Not used to the attention, as she bathed by the pool,
This waiter fussing around her, he gave it his all,
Completely fixated, around her he lurked,
His flirtatious glances, started to work.
She had needed a holiday, so off she had flown,
This destination perfect, for travelling alone,
Many beautiful beaches the sun’s guaranteed,
Sights that will make anyone go weak at the knees.
A different country and she’s treated like a queen,
Made to feel beautiful, something she’s dreamed,
Her marriage now over, the divorce finalised,
She’s starting another chapter, within her new life.
The barrier of not sharing each other’s language,
It proved not a problem, it caused no anguish,
For all the eye contact that they did exchange,
Was enough for their feelings to be explained.
Taking moonlit walks as they strolled in the sand,
She was led by this young man holding her hand,
He taught her the beauty of a holiday romance,
Something she certainly couldn’t have planned.
As a mature woman she has all the tools,
She knows it’s not love, she’s nobody’s fool,
No emotion involved it was just a fling,
A naughty secret she’ll always hold within.