|Photo Update 62|
The Belly Dancer
The dance starts slowly as she makes around the room, her face a beaming smile to each man in turn,
the flutter of her hips - and other curves!
- Emphasised by the metallic swish of the coin-like trinkets on her clothing.
When each man has been teased - did you get a special little smile from her just there?
- she gives herself more to the dance.
The music has changed now, the languid pipes more urgent somehow,
and something that is almost a drum marking an insistent pitched beat in each bar,
a beat that in its fall invites you to dip, or to rise up. Or to thrust...