no longer the... 'what if' ...moment

He planted the idea in her head

the warm breeze called for nakedness instead

the shawl did find its way real low

and thus her breasts the shawl did show.

a welcome evening breeze, kissed her nakedness

her skin revelling in the evenings enveloping completeness

for it knew to raise a deep passion within

as he stood watching her, that passion with his akin.

he loved the way she invited him in

with every move of her hand she knew him to win

to reach out and take her by the hand

gently coax her into his frame, closer than close to stand.

he felt her womanly softness melt

the eventual happening, a fantasy that within him dwelt

and now he allowed himself the realisation

no longer living in the 'what if' of his imagination.

RB.