[sral]

Vsaya

The story begins with him dismissing the rumours
wafting through the poorest of cities on the river Yamuna.
A little community with little to show for it
as he fidgets profusely trying to think of an opening.
He sits for a moment and contends with his anxiousness
watching the fisherman's only daughter ferrying passengers.
The vessels immaculate sculpture second only to her
slender anatomy and copious curves.
He motions the girl to come ashore once she's finished
rowing in earnest between the source of the river.
He calls to the fishergirl "Lend me your hand!"
supporting her figure while she leapt onto land.
Her flesh was the sand-coloured peaks you can see
on a deserts expanse in the far reach of the East.
"I need you," he briefly paused "to help me across"
- though immediately, she could tell what he wants!
She felt her astonishment beginning to soar
as the smell still prolonged from the fish she had caught!
The lingering pause only making her blush
and filling his thoughts with insatiable lust.
Her gaze was enough for the mullah to start
embracing the young Yamunayan in his sculpturesque arms.
Their culture regarded charmed
impulses were charged
They were
He embraces her
The ???? couple
she hadn't
pull her hijab



The question marks and off phrases at the end are how I write. I keep searching for the perfect rhyme that fits until I reach one I'm happy with, then I continue the rhyme. I usually throw in question marks to substitute in rhymes when I come back to them later. It's a very, very laborious process but i'm a perfectionist and won't put down anything I don't feel is right.