~~~ Rhythm Of The Night ~~~
~ Rhythm Of The Night ~
She hails from the land,
Of the star,and the crescent.
Bright,and perfectly fit;
That cradles her volume,
A fire is lit.
Ushering him into her luxurious parlour,
Stove drifts sweet aromas,of garam masala.
Playfully spoons him,a mouthful she chose;
Then laughs at the curry,on the end of his nose.
Blood-red lips,voluptuous hips;
She seeks raw power,this full-bodied flower.
His mind explodes,no time to think;
Giving the man,her knowing wink.
Radio plays,a forgotten song;
The lights are dimmed,they can't go wrong.
He takes her hand,they carousel,
Amid smooth-souled sounds,that ring their bell.
Romancing his beau,'till well past eleven,
They're dancing on air;she feels like it's heaven.
Giggling;tipsy,and feeling so flirty,
The music soon ends,then the clock boasts twelve-thirty.
Teasing,just like mischievous elves,
And wondering,what next,to do with themselves.
Drunkenly tripping,with nothing to lose,
The damsel does hastily,kick off her red shoes.
Now,that all-pervading, smile she wears,
Is guiding his promise,that lies up her stairs. . . . .