Love, and Other Bugs

 












The sun was setting at Juhu beach,

The waves lured us into the sea.. 

We flirted with the water, and soaked our tees

She caught sand in her hair

And couldn’t set it free


We walked back, barefoot, to the hotel

She slipped off her clothes and washed her hair.

We strolled down to Suzette to have some crepes,

She wore a comely dress that crept up her legs.


We were sitting a little close to the AC

She sneezed, and asked for a cup of tea

Back at the hotel, she was sniffing like a puppy

She felt a little hot and a little fuzzy


I touched her hand and it felt warm

I touched her brow and it felt warmer

I held her in my arms to examine her better

She felt a little hot, but I felt hotter


I put my lips to her neck and sensed her pulse

I kissed her till I could hear her breathe

I stroked her hair to see if it was wet

And caught a few strands within my teeth


And then the phone rang, her friend was there

We both had fever, and we couldn’t care

The phone was lost down there somewhere . .

But we had to stop… it didn't seem fair


We had to part ways, and I felt sad

And I realized with a jolt . .

Although I didn’t catch the cold

I had caught something equally bad


- Ayush M.

Kinda Woman I like

Of all the women in my hotlist

Some kind I simply can’t resist

The kind that make my knees go weak

Are geeks I find to be smarter than me

The kind that set aflame my passion

Are the ones with an exotic sense of fashion

The kind with those sexy nose rings

That unnerve me when I’m working

Some kind send a shiver down my spine

Leggy lasses with disappearing hemlines

Some kind make my heart rate rally
Twin peaks with a glistening valley

The one who sets my dreams alight
Who dances in front of the mirror at night

The one with a tatto on her thigh
That plays peek-a-boo with my eye

Others who tantalize my senses

With their extensive and silky tresses

And ones who haunt me in the night

Buxom cheeks in clinching tights

But no one turns me on any sooner

Than girls with a wicked sense of humor

Of sugar and spice and an elfin spike

Those are the kinda women I like

-Ayush M