When I met her I assumed she was a goddess. I assumed that she was only dancing for me and that the earth itself had made her for me to gaze upon.
When I met her I didn't realize that dance was her way of speech. When I met her I didn't realize tha...
I snap my head down from the inky sky and look at a woman of unearthly beauty. Her lips pulled up in a smile full of playfulness. Her eyes... her eyes full of stars. She stood with a grace that showcased her power. Lust flows through waves from her but not of the sexual kind. Her body slender and lean. A body ready to fight. A body ready to pounce.
"Know what?" I ask still not being able to take my eyes of all of her beautiful traits.
Her smile became more playful as if I amused her to the highest amount. Her joy glittered across her eyes, inky black with bright whites of shine.
"Watch me, little one. Let me show you the way."
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She backs away on her bare tippy toes. Her body incased in a red attire. Her hair pulled up in a bun. Her smile still present. Her breasts covered in red silk and her privates covered in the same silk. She winks at me. Playful.
Then she dances.
She twirls with speed. Her feet light as air. Her smile dazzling and her eyes so bright. The red of her lustful. Her curves and bends eye catching. Her aura all consuming. There was nothing else but her. Nothing matters but watching her dance, watching her move. Words weren't needed. Praise wasn't needed. She just wanted me to sit and watch. Sit and learn. Sit and listen. I feel the thump of her feet, the beat of her hips, the warm wetness of her grinning lips. It is overwhelming. I want to look away, to pull back from the sensation but I can't. Its addicting. Her lust, her beauty, her sway and rhythm. I can't breathe. She takes my breath away.
My body buzzes. I want to touch her, feel her, taste her. She dances to the song of the rain. The storm strong around her. The earth sings and cries out to her movement. Her lips call out to me. Her hands beckon me on. Want swells through my veins.
"Dance with me."
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