Another prose written by me and Aditi : In her eyes, lies her beauty In her doing, lies her expertise In her sun kissed complexion lies perfection The ideal concubine; the ultimate fantasy His royal finger glides down her dimpled face as they lie under the rickety fan He plucks a cherry with his mouth from her lips Her breath feels like waves against the sandy roughness of his stubble Her foot moves in circles on his neck with each toenail Calculating and moving expertly, sans the slippers Bare; making crescents on his skin from which blood oozes Darkness falls, but the two lie unperturbed Then, he lightly treads over to intimacy, Running his hand down her creamy back whilst she nonchalantly flips through the leaves of a book The incandescence of her face; he likened to a pearl Her constancy; to a lone wooden bench And her seldom spoken soft words; to cascading musical gems As she lay beside him, her eyes reflect the crystal chandelier overhead It matters not how