The evening was hot a Indian woman alone in her room her mind wandering She craved for excitement different a forbidden touch The neighbor's glances had been bold a silent beckoning Soon he was inside a shadow in her doorway his gaze intense Her dress slipped revealing flesh that had been concealed for ages He embraced her neck a fire igniting within her soul Her fingers grasped for him pulling him nearer into the shadows The mattress groaned with their passion a rhythm of lust A glimpse through the pane a neighbor capturing their intimacy The lens blinked a instant frozen in eternity Her spouse was gone at office oblivious to her betrayal The rendezvous continued perilous and thrilling each encounter deeper intense Then the unveiling her husband's comeback a broken world The video released her shame exposed for everyone to witness She bathed her body trying to purify her sins But the images remained a mark on her honor The town whispered her identity a epithet for infamy Yet inside she felt a unusual freedom from social bonds Her story became a legend a cautionary narrative of illicit desire And sometimes in the gloom she still dreamed of that stranger's touch
She craved for excitement different a forbidden touch 
The neighbor's glances had been bold a silent beckoning 
Soon he was inside a shadow in her doorway his gaze intense 
Her dress slipped revealing flesh that had been concealed for ages 
He embraced her neck a fire igniting within her soul 
Her fingers grasped for him pulling him nearer into the shadows 
The mattress groaned with their passion a rhythm of lust 
A glimpse through the pane a neighbor capturing their intimacy 
The lens blinked a instant frozen in eternity 
Her spouse was gone at office oblivious to her betrayal 
The rendezvous continued perilous and thrilling each encounter deeper intense 
Then the unveiling her husband's comeback a broken world 
The video released her shame exposed for everyone to witness 
She bathed her body trying to purify her sins 
But the images remained a mark on her honor 
The town whispered her identity a epithet for infamy 
Yet inside she felt a unusual freedom from social bonds 
Her story became a legend a cautionary narrative of illicit desire 
And sometimes in the gloom she still dreamed of that stranger's touch 