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
. 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
.
