She danced, a whirlwind of untamed passion
Her eyes, dark oceans drawing me in deep
Voluptuous curves, a landscape I craved
I was lost, a shipwrecked sailor on desire’s sea
She moved like a panther, fluid and wild
Her spirit sang, I was a helpless soul
My heart beat wildly, like a primitive drum
My emotions raw, like an open wound’s ache
Her hands wove secrets, a language only she knows!
Mudras that spoke of some geometry
I watched, transfixed, as she danced free
My senses overwhelmed, I soared in vain
I flew up to the sky, weightless and lost
And when I returned, she was gone from sight
I stood there, holding the curtain puller’s hand
A foolish act, in a moment’s delight
The curtain puller looked at me, puzzled and still
I shrugged, sheepish, reeling from her dance’s thrill
Fortunately curtain puller was a beautiful woman!
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