Her arms skewed,
She commands the beats
Swaying her hips
Slaying in purple apparel,
Adorned with a touch of rose gold,
Switching of her feet
Pitching her niche

Flowing in
Her masked face,
Such justice to her identity,
We're bewitched by her enchanting,
Adornment speaks flamboyance,
Like the bloom of spring,
Her piercing gaze,
Her jewelry hung like garlands of petals
Such allure such awe.
Here and there,
This way that way,
She sways attentions
and bestirs affections.

It's the dance of a princess,
a royal priestess,
eyeballs oscillate,
Heads follow her lead.
Every move she's curvaceous,
Each step, time is stilled,
Oh, what a dance!

It's show stopping,
And the showboating,
All shades of flaunts and struts,
parts well defined like onion bulbs,
busts firm and shapely are sculptured masterpieces,
Hair craft as a gourd of wine,
face the brightness of a star,
smile, all innocence and grace,
skin clear as sands on the seashore,
this lass rings melodies in my heart.

©Uchenna Ozoekwe
a.k.a Bethany Blaze