Le Voyeur & His Muse

belly dancer
The Belly Dancer by Leon Devenice

 

 

 

Le Voyeur & His Muse

Chatting to Ciaci,
Her cattiness catchy,
She’s dressed in Apache,
And sipping Chartreuse.
And Chach ain’t so scratchy,
Or haggard and latchkey –
He knows how to catch
La Tchatcheuse.

He offers his arm, for
He knows how to charm her,
And though just a farmer,
He sure can seduce.
She cha-chas with Ciaci,
The natch from Karachi,
And soon he shall snatch
La Tchatcheuse.

I watch them a while
Admiring their style,
But I don’t think I’ll
Be goosing their deuce.
I leave her to Ciaci,
Her bold mariachi,
Defending his patch:
La Tchatcheuse.

But after their cha-cha,
He makes his departure.
She orders an Archers
And cranberry juice.
And still she is dancing,
And I chance a glancing –
She has me entranced,
La Tchatcheuse.

I watch as this cutie
Persists in her duty –
She boots up her booty,
And boosts her caboose.
I so want to join her,
But others purloin her.
Don’t fall for their coin,
La Tchatcheuse !

For one day I’ll ask her,
And one day she’ll answer –
And I’ll be her dancer
And then we’ll cut loose.
But right now, I tip her
And try to stay chipper –
I’ll wait for your lips,
La Tchatcheuse !

 

 

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