She Is Modern But Not Loose

It was a bit late

In the evening

She was standing

At the bus stop

With her short shorts

And a loose outfit

As I was passing by

In my motorbike

 

We knew each other

For quite some time.

She waved her hands

And I stopped my bike

She asked where

I was going

I said to the bar

She asked if

She could join

As she was free

I felt elated

Being the man

I am, the woman she is

And asked her to sit

At the back in my bike

 

As I rode the bike

She put her hand

On my shoulder

To check her balance

We went to the bar

She had a beer

And me a whiskey

She asked for a fag

I did give her one

She drank

Along as we had

Our dinner together

 

We hanged

Hours together

It became late

I said we have to move

She said , her house is far

And said if she could

Stay with me,

My mind went into a spree

I said yes,

As we were traveling

Back, she leaned on to me

My mind started brooding

I took her to my room

I asked her to rest

In the bed,

I was not knowing

Where to sleep

 So I put a pillow down

She said never mind

You can sleep by the side

She expressed nothing

But I thought

I had my time

She was about to sleep

When I thought

She is loose

And hence I can use

When I was about to

Put myself on to her

She screamed

What are you doing

I pulled myself off

Just to know

She is Modern

At par with any man

But still, she is the woman

Woman Modern

But not loose in character.