She's the most beautiful woman
     In the room
I lick the air as she passes
       Rife with perfume and subtle *******
Languidly, in soft sultry motions
       She moves like a cheetah
       With poise and deliberation
Like nickelodeon 1920  
       She goes about in flickering frames
Never quite as she was the moment before---
       now seductive
       now demure
       now flirtatious
       now unsure
                                
She moves effortlessly through
       myriad poses of amorous delight
All eyes stealing a lecherous glance
       without exactly looking

I feel the radiant fire
       Of her scarlet bodice gown
A sweeping, flowing train
       Following at her heels
A circle of pearls around her
       Long, delicate neck
       Borrowing their radiance from hers

Her hair a flaxen crown of glory
       Tickling her bare shoulders
       Like a rippling veil
Her eyes, lustrous azure
       Meeting mine for an infinite instant
       Speaking an unspoken nexus
       Of shared pasts and an undefined future
Sturdy haunches taut and tenacious
       Legs treacherous and long
       Leading me into a liaison
       With flowers and blood

Take me then, scarlet strumpet
       To moments of rapture and regret
       To nights that help us to forget
That the time is of transient embrace
      A defined time and propitious place
      To be repeated under a different sun
Where you lay waiting
      Sprawled beneath an indifferent sky
The absent touch of your paramour
      Reflecting in your eye.