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That Fine Rainy Evening


Standing at the bus stop I was waiting for a next bus holding an umbrella in my hand as it was raining that fine evening I saw a gorgeous teenage girl also waiting for a bus she looked at me and I looked at her she looked really beautiful and queen of hearts in her adolescence she was little bit wet rain drops were flirting with her soft and mild body as if her thrilling gestures were blessed with heavenly attraction her wet figure enticed my heart to hug her tightly in between she also would make her eyes at me as if her heart were also beating for me with sensuality I could see a cut throat contest among the crazy rain drops to kiss her juicy and mellow lips gusts of wind also had the same plight to touch her wet soft and tender cheeks till now every cell of my body had experienced bizarre sensation coming though her sensuous breathing my ecstatic heart began to fall in love with her erotic figure but before I could express my feelings her bus came and she boarded the bus looking at me as if she wanted to say something since then I come at this spot daily just to have a glimpse of that heavenly beauty and my just fantasy but she was never seen again
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kishannegi

Hi, I am Kishan Negi from New Delhi. Since childhood, writing has been my great passion, that I have started now. I wish to be a good writer and poem.

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