The sound of her steps is covered in black leather
Slow is her pace, but she'll come sooner than later
The door will open on her stage costume
She already likes you, and will like you more soon.
In this palace of One thousand and one nights
Soft touches and stolen glances are insufficient
And when you thought she was smiling delicately
The blow of her whip reached you without mercy.
Look at Her attentively, in this breath of time,
Savour the moment, observe her well,
In her every movement, the grace that transpires
You know all she wants, what ignites her fires.
If she dignifies you with a look somehow permissive,
You'll be surprised to find it at worst rather seductive,
And in deep black eyes you'll be astounded to perceive,
An inaccessible mystery and a magic so secretive.