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 Bour?e.
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.
1 | Fly By Night |
2 | Calliandra Shade |
3 | The Habanero Reel |
4 | Sanctuary |
5 | Made In England |
6 | The Secret Language of Birds |
7 | Not Ralitsa Vassileva |
8 | Toad In The Hole |
9 | Panama Freighter |
10 | End Game |