Moorish Fantasy

 

Walking Alhambra's storied halls

Mosaics embedded in the walls of time

Dreaming Washington Irving,

And gypsy women,

Dark eyes gazing through black velvet veils,

In the trembling moment of awareness

Lutes singing whispered yearnings

In the Moorish night

Odalisques writhing

With henna illustrated bodies,

Drums beating,

Hypnotic rhythms of desire

Lyrical sway of hips

In midnight passion play

Dark eyes burning like candles

In this temple of sensuality