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| 15 | 1272 | On my lips I wore View more quotes about slave">slave rouge. |
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| 15 | 1269 | In the firelight, in the sand, before warriors, I danced. |
| 15 | 1270 | My feet, belled, struck in the sand. |
| 15 | 1271 | The perfume was wild about me, swift in the brightness and the shadows. |
| 15 | 1272 | On my lips I wore slave rouge. |
| 15 | 1273 | I danced. |
| 15 | 1274 | I could see the eyes of the men, the movements of their bodies. |
| 15 | 1275 | I realized, suddenly, in the dance, that I had power in my beauty, incredible power, power to strike men and stun them, to astonish them in the firelight, to make them, if I wished, mad with the wanting of me. |