She outfitted herself Teasingly in silk attire And entertained him In sensual dance With graceful gyrations of her body As if she had the passion Of an Egyptian belly dancer Free-flowing in her soul
She untied the copper scarf From around her throat And lifted up her voice to him In melodic song As if she was a songstress From the days Of the Lackawanna Blues
She brought bring forth The wild woman in her And tied-up his heart With the unbreakable vines Of her love As if she was Jane of the Jungle Claiming her Tarzan
You see She was a woman of action Who did the things That pleased her man And this made His falling in love with her A fall he could never get up from
Edward Rutherford is prepared to do just about anything to escape an arranged marriage to a woman he despises. But his brilliant plan to feign insanity has some rather unwanted consequences...
Regis
~Nikki~
Vesna:)
Love Tink-Tinka :)
A fall he could never get up from" I love the way that sounds out loud. Saucy little poem here!
(Thanks;-)
Love,
Eileen
Your poem has a sensual visual effect to describe her dance. Well-done indeed!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)