geisha a love story

 
melancholy vulnerability
timidly enters on tiny bound feet
quietly so not to disturb a single stone in your sanctuary

smelling of cherry blossoms in the spring
all nature hushes when she performs
with a ritualistic cleansing of your feet

with a gentle hand, she reaches into you
massaging your arrogance
you respond to her patience

seducing you with touch, taste, color
arranging your encounter without you even realizing it
you are the man Master of your domain
she is woman the one who peaks your desires...feeds your fantasies

dark ardor rises to greet her
tenderly caressing her green tea essence
you watch silently while she dances
personal geisha arousing your senses with her artistry

so seductive releasing your sexual energy
a sing-songy voice mesmerizes you
you know in your heart you would kill for her

she is Geisha dynasties have been conquered for her honor
when sweet melancholy exits--
she carries a piece of your heart with her

sin...