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...

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