La Courtisane

La Courtisane, swaying eloquently to and fro
Swaying, dancing becoming enamored with the stary night sky. Buoyant attitude with the blithesome masqueraded licettan facade, silk words befallen onto me

The moon light, cascading drawn in through the windowpanes, into Thy concourse, playing dancing off ye hair.
She sedulously made thy way to the
Tentatively placing, touching, grazing onto the my being

The respired smells of cigars, perfume and the Intoxicating smell of LA Courtisane washing over me