The Slave....Byronic Sonnet VII
A dancer spiralling amid the fire,
Gyrating toward the world at her feet
Her burning heart echoes the earthly beat
And fingers beckon to watching eyes, ‘high’r!’
The rapid dreams of want, of love, desire
A consciousness beyond the mortal world
The dancer yields with her passions unfurled
Her movements guided as her needs inspire.
The beat dictates as senses twist and turn,
She reaches out for the one single caress,
Releasing her soul to sensual sojourn,
Where her dance of flames ends in completeness
As flames of life within her belly burn
She dwells within the erotic oneness.
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