warpedntwisted
Really Really Experienced
- Joined
- Jul 18, 2002
- Posts
- 459
I felt her long before i saw her
heard the music and felt her rhythm long before my eyes feasted
upon the sensual, erotic movements.
She was, after all, dancing as if no one was watching....................................................................................
her eyes were closed, she was in her own perfect place, head moving
to backbeat, hips to the one drop, arms and shoulders bringing
her heavy, bursting breasts with them as they wove a pattern
thru the sex ladened, smoky cadence of the piano and kick, snare and hi hat. It was as if she and the bassist were already enjoined in their own private ritual, so blended, so precise was the timing and movement. Her hips, generous and enviting, moved in patterns she was not even aware of, creating the sirens call of need and want.She had become one with the band, her strength so magnetic it caused the trio to play as they had not done in quite some time: perfect in their union, singular in purpose, purveyors of magic for a moment in time. So magnificent
was she, so unfettered by convention, uninhibited by the limits of others, we could not help but be
transfixed fixed upon this vision, as the tune effortlessly oozed
thru her, body and soul . we had only to watch
and experience her interpretation of a ritual old as time... Soon all other motion had ceased;
all in attendance watched in awe as she went farther and farther
into herself, gestures more demanding, her body leaving no doubt as to need and desire ......................................................
we had only to watch
and experience her interpretation of a ritual as old as man, primevil and seductive, amazing in its power. wonderous in its grace
for all the dancers
heard the music and felt her rhythm long before my eyes feasted
upon the sensual, erotic movements.
She was, after all, dancing as if no one was watching....................................................................................
her eyes were closed, she was in her own perfect place, head moving
to backbeat, hips to the one drop, arms and shoulders bringing
her heavy, bursting breasts with them as they wove a pattern
thru the sex ladened, smoky cadence of the piano and kick, snare and hi hat. It was as if she and the bassist were already enjoined in their own private ritual, so blended, so precise was the timing and movement. Her hips, generous and enviting, moved in patterns she was not even aware of, creating the sirens call of need and want.She had become one with the band, her strength so magnetic it caused the trio to play as they had not done in quite some time: perfect in their union, singular in purpose, purveyors of magic for a moment in time. So magnificent
was she, so unfettered by convention, uninhibited by the limits of others, we could not help but be
transfixed fixed upon this vision, as the tune effortlessly oozed
thru her, body and soul . we had only to watch
and experience her interpretation of a ritual old as time... Soon all other motion had ceased;
all in attendance watched in awe as she went farther and farther
into herself, gestures more demanding, her body leaving no doubt as to need and desire ......................................................
we had only to watch
and experience her interpretation of a ritual as old as man, primevil and seductive, amazing in its power. wonderous in its grace
for all the dancers
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