The Mistress

There's a maiden kneeling upon my desk,
Her hindquarters resting on her heels.
She's a stoic Polynesian burlesque
Unconcerned about what she reveals.
Her grass skirt won't hide those perfect thighs.
Dark hair and bright lei drape on buoyant breasts.
Her scanty raiment might be unwise
But at least on her tress, a red bloom rests.
She adjusts that bloom above her ear
With upraised arms and shoulders bare.
Who is this tawny nymph with the flawless rear,
Peerless bosom and swart, vigorous hair?
Is she a tart or tropic island vamp?
Nay! Only a thirty dollar table lamp!