The Geisha's solioquy

Midsummer:
weaving webs of passion
a twirl - my blood red lips:
the glamor of desires;
the softened necklines:
seductive temptations of classical beauties.

Beneath layers of superficial make-up:
I lay emotionless, with corrupted love -
sweetened chocolates of connections;
fickle proposals of fame;
or uncontrollable fires of desires

Until midsummer madness:

Charming allures of satirical wit
my heart consumed like a curious kid
Unleashing Aphrodite's perfumes of love
with passion flying free, just like the dove
Romanticism's grandeurs, slowly set free
as needles of constraint strung out with glee

No bargain baits of virginity,
or affectionate displays of oh-so love
Rather: euphoric exchange of intellectual talks:
lingering, in Kabuki theatres of kisses
amidst murders, or political disturbances

Author notes

Final poem for lovefest: true love x romanticism
I can't bear the cliche love declaration, so as usual this one is done with a twist. (incorporated with 1st half of the Elizabethan sonnet).

Clarification on Geisha: Geisha are entertainers and artisans to some extent through their dance,singing and instrumental performances, rather than prostitutes. They socialize with top individuals to make everyone comfortable and enjoyable. Unlike prostitutes, they fall in love/marry or have affairs with their free will, and there's never been a mizuage. (mizuage - in Golden's novel, ceremony of maturing through having sex with a rich client.)

I am sorry for the lack of intriguing language, but essays and exams have ripped my inspiration apart.

Credits: Haunted_Doll - for the title, JD - for another unforgettable dose of friendly sarcasm