Her dance is enthralling
The way she swings those hips
Mandating bloodbath orgies
The voracious epitome of sex
Elegant and nurturing
Fierce godhead, abusing skin
She’s a conduit of animosity and vehemence
Red clad dress, stained with goat’s blood
sensual cemetery matron
With promiscuous vulgarity
She calls upon lethal serpents
I’m gripped by her, intrigued
Tremendous and gorgeous Pomba Gira
whore of the seven kalungas
And the wretched of the trashcan
Climaxing long after death
My cadaver is hers to idolize with her tongue
and to exploit with her talons
Until my carcass stinks with putrefaction
Nude, the voluptuous goddess proceeds with her salacious dance