Such Beauty!

I was wandering along the outskirts of a village and I stumbled upon the most beautiful woman.

Kamala

I saw her in her grove and bowed, longing to enter but it hit me that I'm still a Samana, a beggar. Oh how on Earth can I approach her like this? I've seen the way the village people eyed me: scornfully, distrustfully, condescending...
I entered town and was able to learn more about her. Her name is Kamala, a popular courtesan who owned a house.
I made a point to clean myself up; I got my beard shaved off at the barber's and had my hair combed and rubbed with fine oil. Afterwards I bathed in the river. Finally I was presentable.
I finally had a chance to meet up with Kamala. I requested for her to be my friend and to teach me about love and pleasure but she isn't an easy one.
I must "have clothes, fine clothes, and shoes, fine shoes, and plenty of money in his purse and presents for Kamala", she demands.
I take this to heart. I then requested a kiss from her if I recited a poem that she liked.

"Into her grove went the fair Kamala
At the entrance to the grove stood the brown Samana.
As he saw the lotus flower,
Deeply he bowed.
Smiling, acknowledged Kamala,
Better, thought the young Samana
To make sacrifices to the fair Kamala
Than to offer sacrifices to the gods."

Fortunately she enjoyed my poem and as promised, she gave me a kiss. Goodness, it was absolutely wonderful.