Goddess of the Orient
Intellectual mind
Incapable of understanding
Yet I totally feel
The words within
Your dance
The voice from your lips
Tearing down my walls
Expressing that melody
Your translation
Swaying me into a trance
As you step and swing
Into a flow of rhythmic moves
Dancer of the mystical moon
Goddess of the Orient
With your enchanting display
Of sensuality upon my eyes
A torture of lost realities
The singing of that mysterious voice
Words and pitches of hymns
Taking me into oblivion
Transformed
Into a hypnotized puppet
Swinging from your voice
As you expose
The hips of your lore
Dressed to sway
The mind into captivity
Absorbed by your tantalizing dance
Unable to flee
From this mystical chant
Oriental goddess of the dance
Intoxicating me
With your thoughts
Of dancing among the skies
A magical ride of dreams
As you dance and
Swing those hips
While singing
Me
Into futuristic
Ecstasy
Goddess of the Orient
by Art Sun
Monday, December 04, 2006
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