In grasses deep where silence sings,
She drifts like wind on feathered wings.
A crown of plumes, crested on her hairs,
Seductive eyes makes four lovely pairs.
Shimmering with colours, full of grace,
Longing for love, and lover's embrace.
Scales like stars, shifting on her skin,
Holding the secrets of dusk within.
Her limbs are slender, curved and long,
Each motion paints a picture so strong.
Webbed fingers tracing the midnight air,
A dance of beauty, dark and rare.
Her tail, unleashes a hypnotic charm,
Unfolding her magic, soft and warm.
Luring your soul, taking no blame,
She's a beauty no man can claim.