 | My bare feet tap poke gently at the floor
my hands and wrists flick and my arm jerks up, shaking
My hips dance wildly side to side, rattling the gold coins off my skirt
my neck rolls back, i switch sides,
my stomach rolls in and outward, my chest popping up and down
I bend, my legs apart, shimmeying
my back jumps and i stretch my hands forward, dancing, my hips swaying
a bead of sweat trickles down my skin, but i feel nothing
I twirl to the enchanting soud of arabian music
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