
Like shakira's essence of a supernatural rythem,
you put your hips into a twist,
slowly unwinding to a point that sends me to
climax
Im short of breath
you roll your hips,
faster,
hastening my respiration and my mind into a frenzy
thoughts of how those hips must hold more than rythem
but also the key to bliss and nirvana
those hips
rockin, shakin, windin and movin
movin my mind into a place no man has led me
your paradise,
within the folds of your skirt
the jinggle of your bells ask me to watch,
lure me into that paradise and pull me closer
in your jungle of music and love,
i sit scared and excited,
waiting for you to led me into another dance
set the beat and i will brace my feet,
your hips dont lie about the miracle of your being,
the ora of your music and with each note,
your belly dancing body urges me to sing.
tonite, as i sleep, the dream of you will send me
into song, as your dancing body
moves on my mind