Mystery With Mishtry

The house in Delhi was nearly finished,
locals not too pleased with me swanning around,
they thought that I was after their women,
I couldn't help it if they asked me to come again.

Dark kohl eves drawn like sirens in the sunset,
a distraction with attraction in the zephyr wind;
I stood and gazed, someone said the house looked
like karma sutra positions, shady parts all hooked.

It's in the mind, let's have a one sex society,
this misled concept would fall away, or lie
like a flattened balloon, no emotion or moon,
watch me follow the piper playing his tune.

She said: 'Don't worry, the guys are just jealous,
they like the house, white man makes them envious.