Indie Love Dance
With the rippling wave and rustling ruffle of my skirt,
I lustfully stare at your ripped shirt as I move through the humid air.
Each rhythmic thrust to the indie music I make away from you hurts,
With the fast shake of my hips towards you brings many stares.
It's the erotic mideastern belly dance of love.
The clanging of the brass symbols on my fingers,
hypnotizes you with a hungry smile on your lips.
When our sweaty bodies slide together we fit like a glove
Our body chemistry is so hot it makes you stiffen.
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