Indian Queen in Crimson Light

Crimson silks cascade like spilled wine beneath the sun's bright arc, Gold embroidery traces curves within the sacred dark. Saffron radiance bathes your skin where temple idols gleam so high, A rich patina of devotion under an eternal sky. Draping fabrics speak of rituals in hues both deep and bold, Telling tales of Indian magic, secrets ages old. With every gesture, ancient India's spirit starts to wake, For the burning lust of passion that the gilded hours partake.