Dance of the Seven Veils

Like a whirling dervish rainbow of satin flowing veils She floated across the dance floor, mesmerizing the room of males Contorting and consorting with the grace of a gentle swan Of many different colors, seven veils she did have on The first to float upon mid air, uncovered a midriff curved but tight Then one escaped the left leg and one escaped the right Her skin was smooth and milky; her limbs were long and thin Her hips, she would gyrate wildly in an erotic rotation With each veil that she unraveled, in perfect synchronicity She displayed more of the artwork that is a woman's mystery Eyes followed her in wonder, watching her every move Anxiously awaiting for the last two scarves to be removed There was beauty in her motion, the music and body moved as one Sweat glistened off her perfect form when the last veil came undone The seven cloths scattered about the room, which everyone ignored As they could not stop drinking in the sight of this goddess they adored