With a wink and a smile she enticed him
The come hither stare and swirling hips
Feet keeping time with the tambourine
A pout as red as the ripest pomegranete
Hair that flowed like the river Niger
A flick of the wrist and a flash of silver
Aged dust whirling with every beat of the drum
Her body was lush, trembling pink flesh
She knew her power sublime
The dance of the gypsy.
H. McAlendin
09/23/2011
