He watched Her weaving hips Mate his slow Powerful slaps of the drum Torso twisting Pausing, wild In a ritualistic Hedonistic sacrament Where the harvest Fertility and very prosperity Of mankind Depended on the lecherous Undulating movement of her hips He became hyponotized By her dance Unable to tell If her hips or his hands Set the beat Seeming as one She rode the archaic Bumps and bends With an unearthly Intuition and grace And his hands hunted Her spiraling body With a lion's Agility and finesse Until they climaxed Into perfection And becoming one