Wicked Desires

Dancing in the moonlight skyclad,

Moon beams caress each curve,

Intent to drive him mad.

Fire dances with soft glows,

Skin glistens as the heat grows.

He sits and watches me begin

My primal Raqs Baladi to

The rhythm of the Doumbek beat within.

Hips swaying slowly,

Undulating, Moving to and fro,

Arms held high in abandon,

Hair wildly billowing, eyes aglow

In this churning current of passion.

Drawing in the moon through

The growing erotic pyre.

I twirl and swirl, swaying

Closer and closer to he

Who would have me as

His own wicked desire.

My eyes lock on his

As I dance to the rhythm

Of this urgent collision.

Hips gyrating as Maya Hips

Captivate him as he licks his lips.

Closer and closer, I feel his

Quickened breath as my hips dance

The perfect figure eight meant to entrance.

Just grazing his leg as I tease even closer,

Breasts hang in front of his lips,

He’s losing his composure.

Chest raising and arching,

I see his response and straddle one leg,

Twirl and swirl, a throw of my head,

A wicked laugh as my hair swipes his face

With the scent of jasmine hung in space.

Still gazing into his eyes, daring and undaunted,

Playing the gypsy sorceress, wildly wanton.

Twirling and swirling, the beat

Throbs faster, blood starts racing.

I laugh once more, my core blazing.

Swirling round and round,

Carnal lust raising a fever,

Back facing, arching to view him,

Ass shaking with abandoned fervor.

Swirling and twirling,

Raising my powers,

Beaconing him to enter

My sin filled tower,

Quench my insatiable fires,

Take me now, my Sir,

With your wicked desires.

~CWylde © 2015