TIT FOR TAT
A gorgeous damsel she is
With a braid trailing the ground
With the fragrance of jasmine
Like a garden of roses a bloom
She moved about
He lingers awaiting a smile from her who stole his heart
Indifferent to the longing she moved away
She messaged him that she'd be away
His reply a firm instruction NO
His yearning and her yearning were in combat
She was aglow as a full moon on her bed
The baldie she held on her brest
When Akka remained mute
She turned to see the dude ogling at her without batting an eyelid
Her image in his heart he bore
His presence made her swoon