I come back home,
to find a trail
of your clothes
and your inner-wear
leading me to the
swimming pool,
where you lay
with your legs spread,
nipples erect and
hands wet from
touching the
necessary places.
No wonder I forgot to ask,
‘What is for Dinner Tonight?’.
The Feast was ready.
Writings to Heaven 
Hi Shashank, I have nominated you for the Versatile Award. Check my yesterdays’ blog for details. Thanks
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Thanks Mairi for this recognition. I will surely pursue this when I have time. 🙂
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