Merging with the moonlight streaming through the jungle leaves…
The Tiki rears its head
The sweet aroma of tropical fruit flits by
Warm air against tanned skin and
Soft petals
Shadows moving behind trees
Sensual suggestions at every glance
Nowhere to hide
Bright colors hiding from the moon
Flowers bow their heads
Monkeys chirp in their nests asleep
Vibes echo in the still air
Calling all to their dance
Tropical birds compete for the honor
Lithe brown bodies shimmer in the night
Apparitions emerging from the jungle
Tiki heads looming out from the dream
Fire reflecting off sweaty bodies
Moving in time to their last Zombie
The drums beat a sinful sound
Chimes weave into animal grunts
Grass skirts swishing around thighs
Feet stamping on packed earth, imitate the log
Laughing woman with the devil
Flowers to hide their dancing
Peeks are all the spectator receives
Watch for a price
Gold has no value to the hula
It falls from hands with the tinkling of a waterfall
Allow the night to wash minds clean
Primitive music relaxes
Drinks are served
The Tiki rears its head
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