photo by Sam Burriss via Unsplash
Her rhythmic moves satiate her deep desire, she is poetry in motion.
She waits for all eyes to go into deep slumber and sneaks out to take refuge on the
The forbidden fruits are always sweet and this is no exception for the Indian Princess
whose ancestry has consigned this art to the subaltern masses.
Written for Three Line Tales Week 76 . Thank you Sonya.