in many a veil of history
liaise in collar of mystery;
dark nighted night with curve of moon
whispering sighs all laced with soon.
lotus dance with smouldering eyes
his uniform in coded guise,
her leopard spots entwine with mind
as leather strips begin their bind.
in shadow, gaze upon his slave
a jewelled abandon and deprave
like daggered screams do pierce the night
excite the beasts with their ignite.
the one conductor does command
and orchestrate with ease of hand.
`t. imaan trethicovmanicova
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