Completely surrounded by rows of purple flowers,
She walks swiftly down marble floors for hours.
Lips pressed in a sly inviting smile,

I had only to walk one mile.
A quiet saxophone plays nearby,
Maybe this one will prove worth my time.
“Hello, how do you do?”
“I am fine, it is nice to meet you too.”

She whisks away in a wave of red,
And I follow her to the bed.
The lady of the night,
She put up quite a fight.

Tamar Sidi