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The belly dancer 

She mocked poetry with her hips

Her art was an enthralling heresy 

A fiery Fennec in fair fitting velvet 

She glides like a dice on levelled ice

Swift, sleek, the twist was exquisite 

The turn was nirvana sculpt in flesh 

A rhyme unspoken, an aesthetic elixir

The beauty was perfection on steroids 

Holy Book screaming: this is forbidden! 

Yet the performance was my baptism 

A pious orgasm; a slick, sexy, sacrilege 

The pleasure was in its very appreciation 

Applause, she bows; kisses, and she waves 

But may her face remain behind the veil!

Dhee Sylvester – Nigeria

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