A Sexual Fantasy

— By hrs@India

I won’t come to you now
Wait outside
Don’t disturb me with the doorbell

I will turn the symphony on
“If I feel then I will go, will go”…that lovely tune
Then I will read that ever romantic novel

When my friends will come to set me free
We all will gossip and will laugh a lot with smoking tea
We may talk recipes, kids, social events and laugh

Then they will leave me alone with sky, green fields, trees
Bathed with moonlights, waiting for me
Those up skirt waves on that moony river are waiting for me
How will I tell them no and let them go? I know I will ogle

I can only go naked in front of mother and river
Will you take me naked too? No, I won’t go naked
Unless and until you immerse that Flemish foible