Music stops no music now. She flicks away the thin residual bra and stands. She thinks she is finished; mammal absolute!
'Your ***** are tedious, further strip, unzip your rosy skin excite me with the chic arrangement of your bones' More music,**! Your bones dance in their sockets. comely bones but now reduced to dust. You see ,my friends, the question of your lust?
Publishe in 'Rashtriya Sahara' in March 1996 issue-Sahara India Communication publication-editor:J B Roy