The Dancing Houri
Within the walls and pillars of an oriental palace,
Sacramental prayers lift the veils of a spirit dancer,
From the fire and smoke like the white granite stone of beauty;
She dances to the tune of captivating music lore.
Playing in thoughts of a devoted mind her curves resonate,
Mixing music beats with her hand held jingling instrument,
Intoxicated raptures crush the onlookers in joy;
Tormented the soul is plundered by a divine ecstasy.
Where there is smoke can the ignited fire be left far behind?
For the heart burns as the soul rises to true jinxed freedom.
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