On a dark Arabian night she dances
bells on her fingers and round her heels
sultry heat in the air in a smoked filled cafe
any mans dream this Turkish delight
soft chiffon skirt and veils of white
rosewood skin reflecting shimming light
from the musicians on the floor the drums beat
stirring the feverish pulse of all seated
all conversation becomes low or hushed
the music undulates as tones rise
taking all to the land of fantasy dreams
her coins round her waist sound a counter beat
to the soft sweet motion of her bare feet
charcoal eyes and lips stained with ripe berries

she rises to her toes this ageless beauty in quiet repose
extends her arms in a lilt manner, weaving a story old as time
she spins and twirls contours her stomach with ease
for her the assent to paradise has truly begun
a smile parts her lips as she starts to unveil
concealment set free, her spirit revealed
the communion power is shared in her dance
throwing off the bondage of society, invites all come near