Your Guide To Making Tea

Heat milk in a pan.
Gently glide your hands over the
Sequined blouse of hers, beautifully tied in place..

No, let's start over.

Pour milk from the can into the pan.
Tell her what you love about her -
The gray shade of her eyes
The way her lips quivered the last time
you slithered your index finger down her spine,
The redness of her lips
borrowed from the brick-red lipstick
or the scent of agarbatti in her locks
that sway down her perfect rear.

Place the pan on the burner.
Glide your hands over her blouse
and try untying and unhooking with just
your right hand,
the way she likes it
Feel the droplets of sweat gathered on her back, and
Kiss her breasts softly, behold them,
their beauty, as if they were
the works of Hussain.

Turn the flame on.
Kiss the tip of her feet endlessly
appreciate those chipped nails, the
charm around her ankles, for protection
Linger a while at the valley
beneath her breasts,
above the cave that holds the key to ecstasy.

Bring the milk to a boil.
let your fingers wander into that garden
between her thighs
Let your breaths shorten as your tongues collide,
their flavours mingling,
like the many waters of the ocean
Notice her heart beat race, her eyes close, and
her lips tremble, like the strings of a sitar.

Add a few tea leaves and let it simmer.
Tell her you love her
Part the locks of hair away from her face that fell over
while she moved on you like a goddess
Kiss her flushed cheeks, and
cuddle beneath the rummaged sheets,
ghazals playing in the background.

Turn the flame off and
enjoy your tea
the way you like it -
hot, and steamy.