She wore black

[akhtar]

She wore a black sarong upon her flesh
Her sweet attire an attraction for these eyes of ain
Thou are my desire now
Thou have awoken the beast of passion within me
I have a home for thine picture
You shall dwell inside my mind
Thou hast raised me up to where I want to be
When the sun draws its veil upon me
Thou will set a light for ain to see
This halo upon thine glorious top, a jewel I am so wanting