Once that shady evening
The trees were slowly moving
The little grass poking out
From the clay and murmering loud..
I suppose something gonna happen
Some strange unique transformation…
Trees and grass and those beautiful snails
Actually waiting upon
Beside the huge natural pond.
This pond
Doesn’t need those blue marbles
To have that typical blue color..
As it already has it naturally
..
It’s very special place between these trees
And its beauty enhances
When that juvenile village girl
comes over here Every time…
Trust me..
She’s a bit sophisticated
With that white saree
As her everyday dress..
She doesn’t need to flaunt for her curves..
That saree does all this for her..
As if it doesn’t like to be draped around..
It is like her friend who makes her easy
And breezy when she first looks at that Pond.
The affectionate moment
And that sensuous aroma
Clips into the complete world
When she comes off bare foot
With that white saree
And slowly she crushed
All those little plants
Which were poking out of the mud
To see her enchanting bumps..
Now there is very less distance
Between her feet and the pond
To engulf her whole…
And suddenly a stop!
Somebody is there
Someone else
Who’s the proof of what ever happened till now!
A bearded man…..
Yes he is glaring the damsel
She has no idea of what gonna happen to her
Inch by inch she undress herself
And in no time there is nothing
Not even her semi detached blouse….
Her centre parted long wavy hair
Try to cover her heavy breasts
Wraps her nape
Falling upon the side of shoulder..
This arena looks more embellished
When she enters into the pool
And splash some water around
She’s dripping
From everywhere
Her legs were half drowned
Leaving her whole naked body…
Trees were shaking high
Grass was totally shy
And the wind blows off her fallen hair..
He was unable to resist himself
Comes more closer towards her naked skin
To see the barren world
Transforming into matured land
His eyes were red hot
Her body sweat comes along
His hands were longing
To bestow a touch of her…
Whenever she splashes water on her
His breathe paces up…
I guess the water is little naughty,
He knows the way he’s to cross
It goes of her half opened lips
To that of her amorous breast
Crossed the way between those two
Minute dumplings and suddenly rest
On those sharp black mountains..
The other time water directly
Goes into that slippery navel
Filling it up..
The boy was gasping very loud
Now he doesn’t want to control himself
He jumps of there
And that water sprinkled on her
Drenched her completely and
when it is about to cross hot navel
And reach into her honeypot
He anxiously drank it up
As if he’s thirsty for millions of year…
She was uneasy
Very drowsy
Drooling over his tongue..
And now the eternal moment
She splashes more water
And he drinks and lick it more
He didn’t leave a single drop of it..
Again she splashes more and he drinks it all..
And this happens for billions time
Till he meets up that ecstacy
Inside that honeypot
Which was collected by juvenile puberty..
