Catherine-Song

 Catherine

 

He was the man

I was looking for

Strong and sharp

Tall and firm

 

Saw him walking towards

The bar stool

His voice was manly

Looks were smart

 

Admired him

While he was sipping

His drink

Waiting to get his glance

 

Kept admiring him for a while

With a smile, he said cheers

I raised my wine glass

With a smile

 

He was gentle enough

To offer me a drink

I wanted to be between his arms

Waiting to be invited

 

He was sharp enough to read

My eyes, said the night is young

I said I am younger than the young evening

 

We both walked to his room

My lips were craving

My body was longing

His hands were rolling on my face

 

He removed his jacket

And was unzipping my tops

Eager to pull me towards his chest

 

I planted my lips on his lips

The animal in him was forcing him to

Push me on the bed

 

I just moved away

From him for a while

The closer he came

The more I was distancing

From him

 

I just walked towards the window

He gently followed me

I whispered to him to close his eyes

 

Like a slave, he did close his eyes

Once he closed his eyes

I whispered Honey

Heaven is calling you

 

With closed eyes

He tried to hug me

The son of the bitch feel flat

To take his last breath

 

My pistol

Did the job

I am the spy who is erotic

But patriotic to the core

 

Pulled a cigarette

To relax and reported back to work

I am agent Catherine

Back in action

 

Ended the life of one terrorists

waiting to be unzipped by many

so that I can pack them back in the coffin

 

M.L. Narendra Kumar