One breath in silk and steel.
Movement divine as she creeps
belly first across the cool tiles,
heart pounding for the only one
who can make her belly feel alive.
Yearning, passion and embrace
Dancing to the eternal, unspoken melody
of her slave's heart.
Grace and movement
Impossible remorse
Life without regrets
As she seeks the true knowledge
of who she is and who she was meant to be.
Turning time dancing in the torchlight
Flame the one in her heart
Head spinning and belly yearning
Aching for his words
His touch
Spinning, sinning
Against the ancient ways
Traversing the world
Tripping away from her earth
To meet with the sacred flame
That makes her belly burn
Movement her divine inspiration
She is reflected in his eyes
Her trembling, naked flesh
The attribute to which all others see
His grace and his wisdom
For he is man
And she kajira
And there is no greater love
Than that of a slave for her master
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