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.
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