Why the fuck am I so scared to talk to this girl?!

[sral]

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.
Both their impulses were charged
toward a sexual fling
but she was reluctant to partake while smelling of fish!
Then in an instant the sage summoned up
her a very distinguishing fragrance of musk.
He gave her a look as calm and assured
as the waves that flow under the barque they're aboard.
"Wait for darkness to fall," she pleaded profusely
"if my fathers ashore, he might see what we're doing!"
He beamed at her beauty, somehow as they spoke
the rishi was producing a cloud of grey smoke!
The shroud that came over them inching up further
to surround her face whole like the traditional burka. 34
Yet she was quick to assert that, if she granted his will,
he didn't desert her once the act was fulfilled!
Parashara was diligent to ensure she avoided public shaming
and he instilled virgo intacta upon the muslim maiden.
It took an age but his patience had made her agree
and the supple sages lust was satiated at sea.
Now take it from me, that's not the first time it's ever occurred -
every male you will meets had problems quenching their thirst.
For better or worse we've all done what a man has to do
when getting to work with a fishy fanny or two.
As this parable proves we'll get it beg, work or steal
you better bag it up dudes, because the thirst is real...