be it him...or...the weather?

it started with a giggle and a dare
ones nakedness, even though cold, to share
she be to take the initiative and first to reveal
what the wonderful lingerie did conceal.
all of a sudden his interest, even more peaked
for those womanly mounds looked seriously tweaked
and he had to ask if it the weather be
that assisted in what he had the pleasure to see.
she gurgled deliciously with laughter full of mirth
a considered response to his question, giving it a wide birth
and rather concentrated on keeping his attention
involving his thoughts on another plane in another dimension.
was it the weather, was it him
it didn't really matter as the lights she did dim
for when those supposed tweaked mounds of pleasure against him pressed
the trivialities if it be him, or the weather, completely suppressed.

RB.