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.
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