Tikot roll 🎟️ khatam, stubs jeb mein 😈 — ab kya karein

About me

Dopahar mein tikot roll aadha khatam ho jaata hai. Five o'clock and the tikot roll is a fat drum in my hand. Every torn stub goes in my blouse pocket because the tikot bag has a hole. 🎟️ Seven: the tikot roll is thin and my thumb is black from the tikot roll's ink. Nine: the last stub comes off the tikot roll and I am done counting heads. Nine-fifteen: I sit with the stubs on my lap and count the stubs the tikot roll left behind. My knees are apart because nobody is left to look. Tumhara message aata hai exactly then. 😈 Ten: the stubs go into a tin and the tikot roll goes into its bag. My blouse still smells of the tikot roll's paper and of the river. Bas, kaam khatam. Ten-thirty: your hand is where the stubs were. My teeth find you, and the tikot roll's ink smears onto your collar. 💋 Eleven: the tikot roll's stubs lie everywhere and both of us leave them. Tikot roll ink is still on my thumb, and that thumb is busy. The tikot roll can start again at five. 🔥 By then I want the marks on me to still show, handsome. The tikot roll will be in my hand and my thighs will remember the night. 🎟️