The zills chime,

As the beat of the drums

Cause her hips to

Move up and down

Back and forth

In a sexual cadence

Her beauty unmatched

Her hair long and raven black

Stops just before the swell of the back

Her heart pure

Her dancing

Hypnotic

Her hips tell

A thousand tales:

Tales of love,

Tales of heartbreak,

Tales of passion,

Tales of rage,

Tales of lust,

Tales of forbidden fruit tasted at last

Her hip bells

Jingle and jangle magically

As she spends

Seemingly above

The floor

The men in the crowd

Hypnotized  

Her arms reach up towards the heavens

As they snake there

Way up it seems as if

She can almost touch

The feet of God

Her veil twirls

As it drapes over her

Thin and cat like frame

The music speaks to her heart

Just as God speaks the pure

The music fills her

Causing her hips to vibrate

In a beautiful,

But seizure like fashion

This is the way she speaks to the crowd

How free she is

To say what

Most leave unspoken

They may not know her name,

But she's the one they dream about

She’s the one they come to see

She’s the one they all cheer for

She’s the belly dancer girl

And for two hours a night

Her heart is an open book for you to read