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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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