Geisha

He gazes upon gracious beauty perform my ripe flower, my willow, for him only, who pays, do your duty dressed in your kimono of wild indigo, play your melodic tunes, dance, sing, while he survey's divine innocence as seductive pleasurable tones bring lustful thoughts, holding him in suspense, desire heightens, he peruses your face ruby red lips, masked white skin eyes of darkest night, with stylish grace You glide across, pleasure to begin, you serve him with such affection, dignified, delicately choreographed routine, giving all without exception, beautiful Geisha of pleasurable craft, oh my beautiful Japanese courtesan, your immaculate shimada hair style, you have made him a very happy man with artistry If only for a little while.