Belly Dancer

Belly Dancer

She sparkles like liquid sunshine. Her belly undulates like a far off ocean with waves rolling into shore. Her navel ripples like that of an orange afloat in a barrel. My eyes follow her in her gypsy glitter. She turns and bounces her derriere so close I could kiss her cheeks. Yet I gaze with glazed eyes upon her supple flesh as she calls to me, a Bedouin waif summoning her lover with primal yelps. Her buttocks hypnotize me into deep delirium. There is no changing course as I rise to her beckoning. She drapes me with veils till my eyesight is shaded in pink. Her hands grasp mine and I am drawn into her lair. Her female force turns nude as she sheds her costume and bares herself to my prying eyes. We are in her boudoir, the gateway to deeper taboos. Her dance turns white hot with her nakedness is an invitation to the mystery between her thighs. There a hint of her nether lips pokes out majestically from her raven curls. Each roll of her hips charms me to plant my seed into her fertile crescent.