It wasn't our first ride
Then why it felt different
My hands on bike's
backside
Was unsettled like never before
And here comes a barrel quite
God! Was it something
meant for
My hands plucked your shirt
Lips osculated your neck core
Sizzling from head to
clutch
Shameless still needed more
Tighten my fist in a hush
But you were not mine as
you never were!!

- अंकITA ✍️