© G.V. 08-25-2013 All rights reserved© G.V. 02-07-2013Nesreen = wild roseContest: Softly sensualSponsor: Nette OnclaudPlacement: 3rd
The luring, dancing Nymph performs her chore,
unfolds in air, resplendently and splays
datura flow in mind her moves implore,
her vision passed but wraith on thoughts, she stays.
Upon her altar sacrificial tolls,
her face, her scent, will challenge and indulge,
manipulates and in half light enthralls,
ethereal to conquer and divulge.
Instinctive ancient dance the crowd accourts,
she flows in veins, red aconite domain,
no fate will be as sweet - but one she thwarts -
as thousand lengths to feel of brunette mane.
And triumphant aggresses with applause,
(blade-splendid in her bedleh and shalwars),
unfolds her wings like desert hawk that claws,
betrayed of minds with apathy ignores.
She dances, and her finger cymbals rings
incursion of her attar whiff and rye;
magnificent, her airy moves she strings,
for victims of her charm, eager to die.
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