She walks on golden petals, hearts anew,
A flame of dust, masked in hues of blue.
Her skin, a symphony of silver scales,
Ancient and sacred, full of moonlit gales.
Her eyes are deep, sensual in their grace;
Lips that breathe fire in love's embrace.
Her curves flow like waves within,
Dressed in a gown of emerald green.
Her beauty is rare, elegance on her face;
Every step speaks a name none dare trace.
Garlands of jasmine set hearts on fire,
Blooming on her body—sultry desire.
Wearing her crown, she flaunts the wild;
The forest grows still for nature's child.
A goddess, a spirit—gentle and warm,
Dancing on tunes in the hush of her charm.