I choose...

I am the monarch of my harem

Each shapely form in it a unique gameplay

I manoeuvre the landing numbers of the dice

To bring alive the form of my choice

And then effortlessly caressing the veils

Gliding in and through their illusive shades

I flow with the game to reach the one I have chosen to play

With a swirl so sudden, so brisk yet gentle

I draw the veil from the role within.

Tonight I choose to unveil the lover

Like a dewy moon from within a cloud hungover...