thinking it over
she reclines in a silver arbor, on a couch of gold draped in brocades.her hair is dark and her eyes have lights in their darkness like pieces of jade. her skin is the colour of sunlight cooled in crystal cups of pale wine.sit beside me, she will say, in words that echo the dulcimer's notes. her arms, like jasmine creepers, will enclose You in fragrance. her limbs are revealed to Your gaze by the red silk of her garments: her flesh gleams through mere veils, held in place by a broad belt of gemencrusted platinum.Recline beside her on her brocade couch.Cupbearers come and go with jewelled decanters of fragrant wine. her hands will lfe jade cups of liquor to Your lips. You will taste jasmine and rose and magnolia. Bitter mingling with sweet. sip gently of these flavours. keep a hold on Your senses. gaze on her face. her lips are waiting, open. kiss her mouth. taste the rose and the jasmine, the bitter and the sweet. The look at her breasts, which the fluttering of her hands has half r