The night was hot a Indian woman alone in her room her thoughts wandering
She craved for something different a taboo caress
The neighbor's looks had been daring a silent invitation
Soon he was there a shadow in her doorway his gaze burning
Her saree slipped revealing flesh that had been concealed for ages
He embraced her throat a heat igniting within her soul
Her hands reached for him pulling him closer into the darkness
The bed creaked with their passion a beat of lust
A glimpse through the pane a bystander capturing their intimacy
The lens flashed a moment frozen in eternity
Her husband was gone at office oblivious to her betrayal
The affair continued perilous and exciting each encounter more intense
Then the unveiling her husband's return a broken world
The video leaked her disgrace uncovered for all to see
She bathed her form attempting to purify her guilt
But the pictures remained a mark on her honor
The village gossiped her identity a epithet for scandal
Yet inside she felt a unusual liberation from social chains
Her tale became a legend a cautionary tale of illicit passion
And sometimes in the gloom she still fantasized of that neighbor's touch
