The singer…

She took our breath away with the simultaneous beauty of her body and her voice,
She splashed onto the stage, young, vibrant, confident, alluring, and very enchanting,
Like a master-weaver, she began drawing us into her world,
Smiling that inimitably, sparkling smile,
Waving those magical, delicate hands and fingers of hers,
Using them like an illusionist to create an ambiance of romantic expectancy,

Her hauntingly beautiful voice, settled upon us, enveloping us in a bubble of charged electricity,
Her eyes were black, mysterious pools,
Having the ability to absolutely rivet one’s attention,
As she easily, skilfully and playfully put us all in a trance,
From which we did not want to emerge,
As we basked in her intoxicating fragrance.

Heaven, Oh heaven, suddenly she glided across the room and touched me,
I, possessed by some primal and Neanderthal urge,
Seized her in my arms, twirled her around for what seemed like an eternal moment of paradise,
Before I reluctantly, very reluctantly, gently placed her feet back on the ground,
Sigh, as her mermaid body detached from mine,
A part of me went with her,
A part of her stayed with me,
To always bring a sad smile on this tired, old Satyr’s lips.