Beyond the window

there was haze                / and dust

almost always.

the lights inside 

were not a threat

it was never dark outside

we made love in daylight

almost always

the roller blinds

the dirty panes

the hissing breeze

the bolted door

           were witness.

the evening rush

the honking cars

a speeding jeep

revving bikes

the rising smoke

added to the haze.

behind the ridge

the setting sun

a pair of crows

landing on the ledge

where the air conditioner whirred

ejaculating heat.

It was cold inside

almost always

till she hissed in my ear

tickled my balls

in her three fingers

a thumb and her ring finger

resisting the temptation

my lips busy

first

suckling her left tit

and then the right

as my tongue travelled 

in a straight line

over her bossom

closer to my face

she stood at an angel

keeping an eye on door

and the other eye

and her left hand

on the unfinished bar

of Cadbury chocolate