Wednesday, May 8, 2013
She was too hot to touch and too shiny to look at. Her extreme passion to kidnap me to a lost world was intoxicating and infectious too. She would never allow green to survive and would love to make her surrounding pale. If disapproved, she would bite with her sharp nail over my hand to force me to recall her passion. The love she tendered would push me to the ground and made be helpless to surrender and sweat profusely. She hardly allowed to keep my shirt and trouser tied with the body. The courses she would repeat to ensure rebirth of generation to symbolizing her love. She is my June who will be again visible after many months.
Posted by Sekhar Roy at 10:07 PM