MY LUV-FLY
Am aware of how the heat is permeating onto my blouse, creating little glimpses of feminity, how my skin tickles, pricks me and out oozes a steady flow of pure, unadulterated sweat forming a procession on my forehead. The skin between my breasts long for a slight nudge. Slowly the sensation travels through my whole body, awakening every part of it, making each sound seem animated. Now even the clock beats with life. Tick, tick, it goes, beckoning me. It’s a stiff competition for my attention, which has been arrested by the rhythmic trickle of water. But my sweetheart FLY has already made a decision. His buzzing pulsates rhythmically towards the trickle of water. Now seated majestically amidst the pool of water…so loving. He brings me back his discoveries. I being the mortal supreme try shoo him away. But can you shut off a male fly (no pun intended). He begs me for an exploration of my being. I know I can’t succumb to his temptations…but just once…and he becomes my ROMEO. I agree, secretly wishing for the frog prince story to turn into a fly prince. After all the F’__s are in place.
He finds my breath intoxicating. But he not being French, we stray away from that first magical kiss. I take a deep breath, trying to fill his scent in my being, but it sounds a death knell for him. He buzzes some last words, which sound like a sweet lullaby to me. I promise to decipher his last words.
Meet the fly master (no pun intended) for my love’s last words; his light personality (literal) comforts me. One buzz and he dips his posterior in a pot of ink and attempts a feeble human writing in Hindi (half of the world is populated by us INDIANS). My love’s last words are revealed to me.
“YOU ARE THE ONE”

P.S: “YOUR BREATH STINKS”.