Tribal Dance

Tribal Dance

A Poem by lawrence bear
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The lady in blue

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The lady in blue

My tribal woman

It is a dance

She twists

She turns

She looks at me

From the side

Her eyes

Colour emerald

Her hair

Painted blue

Mixed in

Black

My tribal woman

She wears her blue dress

Slowly she turns

And reveals her back side

Slowly it slides down

Her body so smooth

Hot

My tribal woman

She teases me

She smiles

Let’s it slide more

She is almost naked

I see only her back

It’s enough to make me shiver in delight

My tribal woman

Her green eyes say touch me

Hold me

Take me

I’m yours

She reveals to me

A symbol on her shoulder

A marker

A tribal dance

A tribal moment

My tribal woman

Her curves

Makes me tremor

She moves closer to me

Caresses my face

My tribal woman

With one finger

It glides down my chest

A gentle touch

She has me

Take me

I’m yours

My tribal woman

She teases

She smiles

Flashes those

Bright greens

They say

I’m here

Take me

Have me

I’m yours

My tribal woman

I quake

I let out a moan

The moment

Was too much

Too hot

To sensual

She had me

Took me

My tribal woman

She glides across the room

She smiles

She dances

She teases

Her hair

Smells so good

Her body so soft

Her touch

My tribal woman

Stole a moment

It was a dance

A tribal dance

The lady in blue

Owns my heart

It was a tribal moment

My tribal woman

The lady in blue

© 2011 lawrence bear


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lawrence bear
I had to change it from mature to everyone, so I can share it without people having to sign up. :)

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I saw on this website during the years lot of writing about First nation. Mostly they are about deep connection to nature and spiritual wisdom. But yours is very romantic and that native aspect give hint of wild soul. I like it cause is moving like dance. Quiet nice beautiful fantasy.


Now real story from my life with real native women. I was used to live at Canada at Edmonton. I can say quiet city special with those oil towers . I am walking around the library and take short cut to the park. Some native girl like 16 years old with knife approach me . Give me money on the bread or i gonna kill you. All situation was quiet comic so i start to laugh and give her 5 bucks . She take it and i am still alive. Now I thinking this can be my first story. Sorry for sharing my story here but it's just pop to my mind when i finish your romantic poem.

Posted 3 Years Ago


lawrence bear

3 Years Ago

Glad you liked it. Thank you
Nicely done. I like the images painting desire and admiration.

Posted 11 Years Ago


lawrence bear

11 Years Ago

thank you
Eric Cox

11 Years Ago

welcome
soulful...wants and desires unfolded in the words.very nice and hot. ty

Posted 12 Years Ago


great work

Posted 12 Years Ago


I quake
I let out a moan
The moment
Was too much
Too hot
To sensual
She had me
Took me
My tribal woman

Hot stuff ;) Super sexy poem!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The imagery is fantastic.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Beautiful imagery!

Posted 12 Years Ago


More like a tribal woman of your dream in her full physical form. Loved the flow. Keep it up.

Posted 12 Years Ago


I'm not exactly sure what I felt reading this.. But I know I loved it...

Posted 12 Years Ago


Very tasty, super imagery, I'm sure I could hear the rhythm of the drums.
*bird*

Posted 12 Years Ago



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