FF #17
Shambhu rubbed his drowsy eyes, shook his unkempt dreadlocks, and gazed again through the fumes of hemp. Oh what dazzling beauty! What flirtatious long eyelashes on the kajal-lined eyes, the lustrous black hair, the glowing dark complexion, the swan-like sway of those hips, the mellifluous giggle. Something was familiar, yet so unfamiliar. He had to have this woman!
He looked down from his vantage point. The churning seems to have ceased now. One of the groups loitered around dejected, possibly conniving. Another group had gathered around the woman, her inviting giggles responsive to their offers. What was going on? Maybe the job was finally done, the drinking was over, or maybe they were all just taking a break. No, the two groups seemed racially divided; there was some dispute in the offing. Yet again! Why did these guys have to fight after deciding to work together! Who cares, Shambhu decided. It was the damsel in his mind. Seldom was he so distracted: he had to have her!
Something had changed by the time he reached. The previously dejected race appeared triumphant, gleefully licking their lips. The other group was still gallivanting with the woman. Murmurs started within this latter group, and suddenly cries of "Thieves!" and "Cheats!" arose. They quickly became aggressive towards their opponents. There'd be yet another fight. He shook his head, ignored them and headed towards the woman.
"Oh beautiful lady!"
Her smile was bewitching. She looked and sounded ever more familiar, but who cares. He leaned forward, bringing his face close to hers.
"You haven't recognized me, Shambhu! I'm Mohan."
"Indeed you are mohan—your beauty has enchanted my mind!"
"No Shambhu, I am your buddy, Mohan. I was helping our friends recover the nectar."
"Everyone is a friend of mine until they succeed in changing the balance of nature. Whoever you are, come to me!"
"Shambhu, you don't understand, I'm a man!"
"Does it matter, Mohan? You are beautiful, beautiful as I had never realized or felt before. I'm enveloped with lust for you. Let us unite together in passion."
Mohan considered, only for a moment, and then fluttered the long eyelashes along his long lotus-petalled eyes and smiled mischievously, "Actually, why not... let's try that too. After all, the world worships your phallus."
Shambhu rubbed his drowsy eyes, shook his unkempt dreadlocks, and gazed again through the fumes of hemp. Oh what dazzling beauty! What flirtatious long eyelashes on the kajal-lined eyes, the lustrous black hair, the glowing dark complexion, the swan-like sway of those hips, the mellifluous giggle. Something was familiar, yet so unfamiliar. He had to have this woman!
He looked down from his vantage point. The churning seems to have ceased now. One of the groups loitered around dejected, possibly conniving. Another group had gathered around the woman, her inviting giggles responsive to their offers. What was going on? Maybe the job was finally done, the drinking was over, or maybe they were all just taking a break. No, the two groups seemed racially divided; there was some dispute in the offing. Yet again! Why did these guys have to fight after deciding to work together! Who cares, Shambhu decided. It was the damsel in his mind. Seldom was he so distracted: he had to have her!
Something had changed by the time he reached. The previously dejected race appeared triumphant, gleefully licking their lips. The other group was still gallivanting with the woman. Murmurs started within this latter group, and suddenly cries of "Thieves!" and "Cheats!" arose. They quickly became aggressive towards their opponents. There'd be yet another fight. He shook his head, ignored them and headed towards the woman.
"Oh beautiful lady!"
Her smile was bewitching. She looked and sounded ever more familiar, but who cares. He leaned forward, bringing his face close to hers.
"You haven't recognized me, Shambhu! I'm Mohan."
"Indeed you are mohan—your beauty has enchanted my mind!"
"No Shambhu, I am your buddy, Mohan. I was helping our friends recover the nectar."
"Everyone is a friend of mine until they succeed in changing the balance of nature. Whoever you are, come to me!"
"Shambhu, you don't understand, I'm a man!"
"Does it matter, Mohan? You are beautiful, beautiful as I had never realized or felt before. I'm enveloped with lust for you. Let us unite together in passion."
Mohan considered, only for a moment, and then fluttered the long eyelashes along his long lotus-petalled eyes and smiled mischievously, "Actually, why not... let's try that too. After all, the world worships your phallus."
3 Feb 2017
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