as the moment built then the passion ignited 
a secret craving 
. Their breath hitched 
. Her saree fell away 
. She arched her back 
. A wild abandon took hold 
. Every nerve alive 
. Later a quiet contentment 
. Promises whispered 
. Her curves beckoned again 
. She offered more 
. The thrill of the illicit 
. The village watched 
. A fleeting moment 
. A silent admirer 
. A hidden invitation 
. Love's soft touch 
. The Indian saree 
. Desire lingered 
.