A moment's pleasure...

He covered the naked heap of flesh in front of him and stole a kiss from its lips...

Maybe she'd wanted this...
Or, may be he'd forced it on her...
And as he watched her in glowing moonlight, she stirred in her sleep...

A faint smile appeared on her face... Or, was that a figment of his imagination??

Tainted intellect...

She is certainly not a thinker.. And not a philosopher... not in the remotest of the senses... Only a profit seeking trash producing gossip monger...

All she knows ... is to strain her eyes through her tainted glasses... looking at the so called man's society.... And paint the world with the colour of her dirty mind...

She calls herself a writer and claims to be an intellect... And always get away with her histrionics?!... by calling her critics jealous losers who could never make it as writers...!