Belly Dancer

 

She sways her body with a divine pain
She is packed with flesh and a heavenly grace
There is some kind of comfort all around
She walks with the moonlight and communicates with the stars.
She sways her body without a sigh

The night is dark, and the room is empty
Raindrops falling from her body
Her perfume smells so cosy
Her curves exudes beauty
She sways her body with a divine pain
There is some kind of comfort all around

The wind was silent
Someone was knocking heavily
Someone was watching her divine body

She was looking pretty that night
Her curled tresses were a sheer delight
She was swaying her body
She was feeling the pain
She was drunk without wine

The night is dark, and the room is empty
Raindrops falling from her body
Her perfume smells so cosy
Her curves exudes beauty

She is flying, she is grinning
She is shouting without a clamour
Raindrops rolling down through her healthy curves
Her thighs freezing….
The wind was little silent that night
She sways her body with a divine pain
There is some kind of comfort all around

The belly dancer is no more alive
Her body no more sways like a dream
Her curves no more exudes bliss
As her solitude was invaded that lonely night.
Her silent ache was never heard...