Her body was so inviting...
the casual call-in could not help himself
and made love
to the pretty, modern-day, petite, well-fed doll
who would just sit in the living-room sofa
and rub-off her previous day's nail enamel
and repaint them with a new hue
not tried earlier
while the household chores would be done
by the 24 into 7 into 52 paid hand.
The game over,
she chortled in mirth
and blurted out:
You are my thirteenth victim, darling!
The permanent call-in rushed to the bathroom
and daubed soothall whole bottle and showered
and said to himself,
one month from now I shall make the HIV test.
I should yet be lucky!
It was a joke first of all!
If not, she was not careful enough
when she chortled in mirth.
Actually, he had fallen in love, for real,
all said and done!
This office drop-out
and the mid-aged, divorced social research scholar.
