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

I play the oiks like a fiddle
know the tattles would tittle
as morons dying to display brotherhood
of hoods in simpletons grape-vine
morons orders younger maidens
in their foolishness to deter contact
where contact is not forthcoming
asinine do delusions to claim they are ruling
I play the morons like Clapton on BB Lucy
just to tease them like I don't know nofinks
and set the morons on another hither thither
give the grape-vine of commoners a twang
just to **** a snoop I don't give a flying ****

I cruised in their hell
while they can only rubber neck
still adorned in Versace not worn jeans
gold time piece and trappings that's customary
what do you have in your heaven do tell us
noses buried in angst and jealousy
warped inadequate minds only capable of hating
wasted time and wasted efforts dredging muck and mud
your passionate inferiority fueling your pain and insignificance
with opportunities galore still cannot better yourself
reduced to hiding and throwing mud
a black cruises while you curses
tell us bwana, do speak up  bwana
who's in hell.....

Stop hiding
come out from your under stones
its feeding time