Flashes of movements,
Colors a blur.
She dances around you,
Sweet silent, sexy.
Don’t you wish she was yours?
Your little servant.
To tame and break her spirit,
She dances like withering snakes.
Retracting his eyes into his brain,
Filling him beyond lust
It would be like poison to touch her smoldering body.
Etching into his soul
She’s like an Arabian beauty.
Dancing queen of voodoo.
The pureness would converge,
Neigh melt into quaking sin.
He is beguiled.
Unable to stray his eyes;
From her panther like form,
That bends, swivels like the air.
He could break her like a tipped blade.
Bending her would be impossibility.
Growling of spirits couldn’t hold her down.
She’s a tainted priestess,
Every sway evoking goose bumps.
The curves of her hips,
Endless creamy curls of smoke.
The sweet seduction,
If only he had the will he could make her his.
She was like a witch, bewitching his mind.
Conveying what she so desired.
He reached out to touch what was not his.
She evaporated into the wind.
Leaving him a distraught man,
To die alone in the sands of desire.
Her deathless beauty haunted by poor souls,