The Seastone Chair

Belly Dancer

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She moved with style of elegant grace
The love of dance etched on her face

With every shimmy of her hip
I began to lose my grip

Delicate movements of her arms
I was caught up in her charms

Side to side her hips did move
Keeping up with the drum beats groove

Her bare feet crossed the stage
Eye to eye we did engage

Mesmerized; couldn’t look away
The belly dancer came to play

Her body lowered to the ground
A collective hush the only sound

She sat up, accepted the sword
Upon her head like a wooden board

Now she moved as if on air
Shimmering locks of auburn hair

Spinning in circles she was a whirl
I needed to meet this Arabian girl

Work Hard ~ Play Hard!

Work Hard ~ Play Hard!