Hark ! Is that the tinkling of her anklet or
The rippling of the waves, or the chirping of sea birds;
Or the vibrant tone of the bowstrings
On the bow of Cupid, or is it the
Fluttering sound of my beloved’s laughter?
Day dreams are burgeoning;
Desires are filling up in the mind’s cavern;
Nectar is flooding up through the veins;
Alabaster bosom with the fragrance of Sandalwood
Is pulsating with suppressed passions…
The smell… The intoxicating smell of a woman
Enhanced the charisma of that evening.