From the minarets and domes I dance
in exotic twirls and slender hips shaking slants
fiery fire in my ***** with moves leaving nothing to chance
Salome, Delilah and I traverse in beguiling lures as legions chants

In Eastern rigs we spread for boring from drills
our hot oil splashing and lubricating from core to hilt
igniting the stars from a thousand Arabian nights without chills
tingling, mingling, our way is the more the merrier in wanton blitz

Hold thine tongues yon dastard Crusaders infidels
****** sadists of cold hearts and stunted coated rancid flutes
afore in caves you all mate with dogs, pigs and fellow men in dales
and yon wenches lifeless and frigid all harridans with slits like chutes

I, a woman of my world sensuous kittenish and  free
aflame with desert passion adorning seven to eight virile braves
tanned warriors, a centurion from Rome, even sirens from sand sea
I do the dance of the seven veils and sample the sweet dates in waves

Lame Crusaders go curse your short staffs an cold deities
carry your gloom and insipid chalky bodies back to your winters
see our history we're afore you in Art, music, poetry an love duties
my blood hot, hips snaky, my harem has men with woods of sinters