See she sways

Blown by the appearance of heated desert wind,

Flesh and free and fair she swivels minx of my eyes.

I would to be those skirts and bells and jewels,

I would to be those hips in otherworldly rhythm, to

The beat of their own heart and the pulse underlying and the drums

Such drums such dance I dreamed

No shame in these lovely sensual movements

No guilt in those large warm hips with bountiful bounce and cadence coiling, Ah!

Would it were me!