Her slender body dressed in white <br />with jasmine blossom in her hair <br />papa's girl steps into her future <br />and has a thousand dreams to share. <br /> <br />They walk down the streets <br />to the church where she will marry <br />the only boy she has ever loved <br />and whose children she will carry <br /> <br />Tonight her loins are set on fire <br />her desires yet untapped. <br />Her virtue is to be sacrificed <br />before the altar of their love. <br /> <br />The girl who is so young and frightened <br />tonight steps across the line <br />dancing to an ancient tune and <br />drunk with desire on their love's wine. <br /> <br />Her curly hair has fallen onto <br />her shoulders and on her naked breasts. <br />The beast stares at her with unbridled longing <br />and all his instincts unrepressed. <br /> <br />The virgin girl stands there before him <br />in her white wedding dress. <br />They begin to feel their lust grow stronger <br />and her gown is torn to threads. <br /> <br />He runs his hands over her body <br />his young wife his prey to be torn <br />her final line of defence a rag <br />that has fallen on the floor. <br /> <br />They fall upon their wedding bed <br />and their bodies are inflamed <br />as he begins to move inside her <br />until the beast is tamed. <br /> <br />The sweetest pain she has ever felt <br />rises up from down below <br />spreading to her aching breasts <br />new pleasures she has never known. <br /> <br />Their bodies moving to the song of love <br />and the world comes through her half-closed eyes. <br />Abandoned to the pleasure of the beast inside her, <br />she cries shattering the stillness of the night. <br /> <br />Her virtue witnessed by her blood <br />a red mark for the world to see <br />so Cordoba will have children <br />that are as beautiful as she.<br /><br />Chris Zachariou<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-girl-from-cordoba/
