Rupi's Dance کے بول

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.