dance of the onions
peeling layers one by one
amid sighs, whispers
enchanting melodies of
a 3000 year old song
finger cymbals chime
anklet's bells jingle their tale
incense and perfume
pastel colored veils swirling
hips gyrating and thrusting
her face is unseen
hidden in a mist of clouds
in a moonless sky
stars twinkling in her navel
as she moves to the music
longing beyond lust
she is dancing on my heart
but just out of reach
as if it were all a dream
inspired by night jasmine
Del Maximo
© August 24, 2009
Feb 15, 2010
Feb 15, 2010 at 4:28 PM UTC
dance of the onions
peeling layers one by one
amid sighs, whispers
enchanting melodies of
a 3000 year old song
finger cymbals chime
anklet's bells jingle their tale
incense and perfume
pastel colored veils swirling
hips gyrating and thrusting
her face is unseen
hidden in a mist of clouds
in a moonless sky
stars twinkling in her navel
as she moves to the music
longing beyond lust
she is dancing on my heart
but just out of reach
as if it were all a dream
inspired by night jasmine
Del Maximo
© August 24, 2009