By ANIRBAN BERA  Copyright ©2026 It wasn't our first time Again feeling the high tide, The night was differently ours & wide The day had finally come after a long fight. Her red gown blended with dim blues Standing at a distance, my eyes glued, Her bare clean clavicle kept me mute Our bodies again wanted to play naked loud. It's probably the thirtieth time we're doing. But such flesh aroused to be mad at riding, Pulled down the chain, having a thirsty feeling jumped over her