Oh, She’ll Pay

(A sensual poem by Arjun DS Pahwa)

She says it out of nowhere.
Like: here we are, in this restaurant,
talking this and that, life, love, music,
when she’s like: “Wanna see my p**s*y?”
I’m like, “WHAT!”
“Let me show you.”
She picks up her phone, swipes this way and that,
and my phone chimes.
I open the image.
And DAMN!
Here she is! I mean: not she, but she.
The camera is focused right there.
Portion of her thighs, and in the
centre is the sight of that gorgeous mess!
’Em flaps and folds,
and that dark opening that’s already
swallowing me in.
My breathin’ quickens,
er**tion is quick and tight,
like: the c**k rises instantly, doesn’t even
take a pause or a second to rise.
And I look up from the image at her.
Can’t believe it. That cutie. That sweetie.
Such sweet lips. Such innocence on her face.
I look back at the image, and then at her,
and I’m like, “You know what! Let’s get out of here.”
And guess what she says?
That’s a bigger shock.
She says, “Oh thank God!”
As if: I was boring the heck out of her.
Oh she’ll pay for it.
She will. She will.

Written by: Arjun DS Pahwa
Copyright: @Arjun DS Pahwa 2025
All rights reserved.
First published on “09 March 2025” on Instagram Reels
on my account: @intimatelyinsane