Dancing Girl

Dancing girl, o'lovelier pearl,
Exquisite treasure of this world,
Your body embroidered with jewellery and gold,
Making you a sparkling diamond to behold,
Ringlets and bangles on fair ankles and wrists,
Blur as you whirl in the silken mist,
Sable locks braided into a flowing tail,
Virgin face half covered by a mystic veil,
Hiding not crimson cheeks and bewitching eyes,
And scarlet lips, all magical, to draw wistful sighs,
You are like a flower that has fully blossomed,
With delicate shoulders and shapely bosoms,
Undulating stomach and wanton legs,
Flattered with servitude and shamelessly begged,
You glide smoothly like some fish underwater,
With a beauty befitting a mermaid's daughter,
Reviving man's utmost fantasy and desire,
As you dance and move to the sound of the lyre,
And your eyes close as you utter a silent moan,
Lusting over music with some pleasure unknown.