THE VOYEUR

He tiptoes into the elevator.
It is an odd hour to be at home –
The result of a student strike.
The door is locked from inside
(As it should be).
He slides in, undresses in the hall,
His sticky sun-burned skin in need of a shower.
The door of the washroom is left ajar—
Low moans seeping out.
He gets up, peeps in—
A broad shoulder
Looming over his wife's body….
The intruder waits in anticipated awe,
His pounding heart desiring every contour of the body.
He looks away. A hand reaching down,
The other guarding his nude self
He looks at them again.
Struck by the brightness of the lips
Caressing his wife's moist neck…
He can now see the hairy chest, the shapely jaw and the perfect hips
Ah!
The couple turns at the voyeur
Sir…!
The professor stares at the floor….


SOME OTHER TIME

Few paces away stand my beautiful friend
Sheltered by crimson blossoms and shadowy leaves.
His rosy cheeks enthused by my presence
Speak of deep desire….
Impatient, he chides me… with dreamy longing eyes.
Such a shame…
Need to visit my client tonight.


A STORY OF LOST FRIEND

You do not wish to see me again.
You do not wish to call me a friend
You belong to their class…
They who are Men.
(Or so you claim)
You were with Them in school-
They whose taunts could never pierce my soul…
As much as your giggles did.
You saw me from distance and enjoyed my misery
Ah! But you returned to me in private.
As keen as ever to force into me.
Do you remember the cuddles and the caresses?
No! Of course you hated them. The Macho Man must!
I brooded over the kisses and you relished its taste
Sucking and licking till it hung dry and empty….
Yet now you are in denial.
Marriage! Yes now you will truly be The Man of her life!