Salome Where She Danced

I’ve never saw her danced

It is said

She hypnotizes men

To the point of insanity

With her swaying wiggles

Her moves, move men.

I am and always have been

Mesmerized by her beauty

The softness of her tender body

Her voluptuousness

The loveliness of her gorgeous face

Her womanly musk

Her heavenly scent of wild flowers

Her black mysterious eyes.

She never danced for me

Men would die

Just to witness, her dancing

Kings have been known

To pay a royal wealth

So she may dance privately

Within their palace Chambers.

Yet she always refused

To dance before me

I am sadden

I drink the juices

Of the vine and the berry

To forget her arrogance

To disobey me, her King

In my loneliness at night

 I cry.

Her mother approaches me

While alone

Offering me the world before me

Whispering to me

So other may not hear

“She would dance for you”

Only if …..

And I agree.

Within my court

Before other powerful

Neighboring Kings and Nobles

I clapped my hands once

All the lights were turned off

A troop of musicians

Strung their instruments

And her Music played

As a single candle flickered

In the court

She wore transparent red silk

Tantalizing all present

A veil covered the loveliness

Of a beautiful face.

With bells on her toes

Mini symbols

Between her fingers

She wiggled and swayed

To the cadence of tambourines

Swaying her body to and fro

Side to side

To an audience of man in awe

At the point of multiple orgasms.

She danced teasingly

In front of me

She lifted a leg resting it

Up to the thigh on my shoulder

Leaving a taste of her paradise

On the tip of my tongue

Tantalizing my soul

Teasing the very fiber

Holding together my sanity

I prayed to keep my composure

Leaving me craving to savor more.

Gently guiding my head

She placed my face

In the center cleavage

Of the most tender soft milk laden

Creamy bosoms

The gods in the heavens

Have ever created,

Bosoms that moved

Like gentle ocean swells

Heaving

With the devil’s temptation

I thought I was going to die.

Finishing her dance

She disappeared into the darkness

Of hell

Before all torches relit

The King’s court

Jeers, cheers and primitive drums

Praised her greatest performance.

Gold, silver and jewelry

Were tossed in her direction

Now came the time

For me to pay the piper

What I agreed and promised.

She left me hungry

With the passion to possess her

I must have her

She left me with a taste of lust

On the tip of my tongue

She left me with scent of her

Upon my nostrils

She left me with a crave

To embrace her

Within the warmth of my arms

She left me with the want

To kiss her full cherry flavored lips

She left me harder

Then the pillars that held

The Temple Gods.

I demanded she and her mother

Be assembled before my Royal court

So I may present her wish and desire

Placed before her feet

On a silver platter

Was the head

Of he who cried out loud?

In the wilderness

And no one

 Heard his final words.

By: William Bonilla

“D’Artagnan

11/16/08