She Dances Through The Flower-filled Room

Sea-green Eyes A-sparking.

Or Are They Blue?

The Message Clear:

Seduce The Master, Winking.



Dainty Feet Circles Inscribe

Upon The Frozen Parquet.

Arabesque In Compound Time:

Stately Pavane Or Bourée.



Sultry Smile, Come Hither Gaze

Black Hair Softly Shining.

Calls Me Up To Half-lit Bed.

Sweet Cloud With Golden Lining.



Oh, So Young With Ageless Smile

Born Of Ungodly Maker

Draws Me: Moth To Candle Bright

Fiery Pleasure-seeker.



She Dances Through The Flower-filled Room

Sea-green Eyes A-sparking.

It's Rupi's Dance: The Message Clear.

Her Movement Does The Talking.