Her slender body dressed in white
with jasmine blossom in her hair
papa's girl steps into her future
and has a thousand dreams to share.

They walk down the streets
to the church where she will marry
the only boy she has ever loved
and whose children she will carry

Tonight her loins are set on fire
her desires yet untapped.
Her virtue is to be sacrificed
before the altar of their love.

The girl who is so young and frightened
tonight steps across the line
dancing to an ancient tune and
drunk with desire on their love's wine.

Her curly hair has fallen onto
her shoulders and on her naked breasts.
The beast stares at her with unbridled longing
and all his instincts unrepressed.

The virgin girl stands there before him
in her white wedding dress.
They begin to feel their lust grow stronger
and her gown is torn to threads.

He runs his hands over her body
his young wife his prey to be torn
her final line of defence a rag
that has fallen on the floor.

They fall upon their wedding bed
and their bodies are inflamed
as he begins to move inside her
until the beast is tamed.

The sweetest pain she has ever felt
rises up from down below
spreading to her aching breasts
new pleasures she has never known.

Their bodies moving to the song of love
and the world comes through her half-closed eyes.
Abandoned to the pleasure of the beast inside her,
she cries shattering the stillness of the night.

Her virtue witnessed by her blood
a red mark for the world to see
so Cordoba will have children
that are as beautiful as she.

Chris Zachariou

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-girl-from-cordoba/