Urban Geisha

A story of organized love

With eyes set upon the ground,
My heart pounds.
Can he smell the fear on me?
I can not see.
Lightly I touch his bended leg.
Apologies I beg,
"Please, Sir" is all I can say.
He is now my prey.
I devour him with my words,
of things he finds absurd.
Clever conversation to spark his attention,
His desires I have mentioned.
I carefully pull him in with my eyes,
His growing hunger harder to hide.
Excusing myself to seem demure
using my absence as the lure
He calls for my attention every night
waiting for the time to be right
With bated breath I can wait no longer
He is now to become my danna
My luxuries are for his pleasures
I honored all his treasures
Our destinies joined forever
He knows not why we are together