The Goddess Moves

Oh as much as I curse these hips, these hips that contrast this small waist and full breasts, I thank the Goddess every day for the way they move.  I thank her for blessing me with the year of the snake and the moves of the snakecharmer.  I thank her for the way eyes move over them and for the way they feel when warm hands hold them as Magick emits from them. Even when I feel out of place in this world of straight and narrow, I still find pleasure in what this art of curves can do, when the music plays in the darkness of nite, slowly, while driving a man mad with the way they can rise and fall, above him.  This is the dance of the goddess, sultry dark temptress that owns the thoughts of many, but can only be owned by one...someday, she will put down the bow and arrow~