A vibrant Belle Dancer
In the Harems of the King was her abode
More a prisoner to his lust
Beautiful as she was
He drank her beauty every night
Her passionate Dance
Her tantalising movements
Cast a spell on his Mind
An Eye would he not raise
Sitting alone waiting for hours watching her dance
Every night he would taste her Soul
Her hidden secrets she would reveal
A tyrant in the sense
A King with a blind Eye
For his love was temporary
Seduction was his game
copyright ~Nasreen Malik 2019
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