Prompt:
In the feast, a lady dances free,
Naked and unbound, for all to see.
Her beauty, a marvel, to behold,
As she moves, her grace, untold.
Her curves, her lines, her every part,
A work of art, a stroke of art.
The music, a beat, a rhythm divine,
As she sways, her body, a perfect line.
The guests, in awe, their eyes fixed,
As she dances, her soul, transfix'd.
The feast, forgotten, the world, undone,
As they watch, her dance, under the sun.
In the night, a lady danced,
Naked and free, her spirit enhanced.
And we, mere mortals, left in awe,
At her beauty, untamed, without a flaw
Artist
