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