To v, ❤️
Most people have their own music, their own tempo, their own beat, to which they dance.
This is “our dance” ...
The rhythm of two souls, dancing, to the tempo of one heartbeat.
Take my hand, close your eyes, dance with me, and never look back.
~ W
They enter as one …
He … extends his hand
waiting for her acceptance
She … curtsies, her demure gaze
beckoning him like a sirens song
He … gazes at her
with unnerved thoroughness
The dancehall is like no other
No pictures adorn the walls
Her body, the only canvas he will need tonight
Colored solely, by the lash of his whip
One lash … two lash … back lash … pause
Back arched
she absorbs the feel of him
One step… two step … back step … pause
Red stripes
sink into a white canvas
Three lash … four lash … front lash … pause
Soft whimpers
echo through the hall
Parallel foot … cross foot … double time
Aching tension
between them builds
Brazen hands breach every defense
with the onslaught of raw physical force
Shuddering with desire, relentlessly,
grinding her hips against his
Yearning … Burning … Turning ...
Their bodies collide,
deep into the vortex of heady sensations
Radiating in each others heat,
the music stops
Until … the next dance begins
~ W
