In his eye flared a roguish irreverent gleam,

 So from afar he came gushing like a sprite

 And enthused the dull, dry starry night

 Which had till then been still and asleep,

 To be astir suddenly with passions to reap…

 She too joined in the new script now staged,

 Billowing and swelling in the wind’s rage,

 Fanning and whipping like mad at his will,

 Snaking around me tightly as if a-thrill-

 Suddenly slipping free, trying to escape

 Revealing my bosom‘s glorious shape…

 As away she flew, caught her in time I did,

 Laughingly holding her in an unsteady grip,

 Then drawing close to demurely my modesty wrap-

 All around me to prevent any further mishap;

 But mischievously she sprung free in a blink

 To trail out along with my flowing russet tendrils…

 Now flapping like wings, managing to entice

Together with the wind, her accomplice so alive,

 Both entrenched deep in a plot to all beguile;

So with a sigh and on my lips a glowing smile,

 Sank I on the cold granite steps as was writ,

 To dreamily savour the languid sensuous script…

7^th June 2004