by Abha Iyengar
Just the thought of his arm, strong and brown, is a turn-on. The hair on his chest is my glimpse of ecstasy. It’s quite simple that I want him. They say that if you really want something, you should let it go. I never had a chance to do that. The girl next door took him away.
Abha Iyengar is a writer, poet, script writer and amateur photographer. Her writing has been published in several Chicken Soup series, Gowanus Books, Insolent Rudder, Arabesques Review, Kritya, Citizen 32, Breakaway Books, Dead Drunk Dublin, Nothing But Red, and other literary journals. Her website is here.