The Forbidden Dance

Dark room
Dimmed lights ....
French air - A sadistic silent audience ....
Practice session#43

Standing in the middle of the sky ....waiting .... Scared ..... Focused ....
Frigid Cheeks... tight .. Clawed by a burning thirst

I can feel his presence
Approaching
Stalking my pores ..they Gasp for breath
I dare not turn
I dare not shift ....
The skin of my veins stunned by this magnetic field...  

He stretches his arms ... Firm ... Chocolate hands ...
Praying my heat melts them .... I thirst for this sweet

He places the blind fold over my eyes
His lead I must follow ...
His steps .. I must trust


In this dark world .. I'm left to follow the clear memory of his image

I test the strength of my intuition as
He proceeds to dance with the "naked "
Me

In the background-
The choirs of soft french vocal blends
Swimming over a silver river of lightly strummed guitars and cellos
Singing their instrumental opera

He stands before me
Bodies fixed in position

We glide .. Across the angry strEets of rome

Sharp Twists , swift turns , and the professional arches .....

The rhythm changes ... Wanting us to be hypnotized by its air of teasing jazz

We move .... Slowly ... His left inner thigh melting the butter of my inner cocoa thigh

He pulls me a little closer
Hand firm .. Secure .. a stethoscope listening to the heartbeat of my spine

We twirl to the skipping chimes of the cellos

And he "dips" me ..... My honey glazed kelp like hair tasting the paradise of the caribbean sea beneath me .. He rescues me ... Pulls me up ... I return .... Drenched .. Skin warm .. And wet ..

Pulls my thigh ...mid way to his stomach .... Knee bent ....

And we spin .... Cascading slowly .. Under a spanish waterfall ...... Bathing in thoughts ... Thoughts that speak for themselves

We stop .. Where we once ... Began .. In the middle of the sky .... my thigh , still frozen in the last position ...... He playfully .. Drags his nails down her neck .. She moans ... She returns , now greeted by the anger of her jealous ... Sister ....

The music ends ..... He walks slowly behind me ..... Stretches his arms over me , removes the bilnd fold .... Eye lids still pasted together from the salt of their climax ....


And I feel his presence drifting .... Leaving ..

I'm too weak to turn

And the sadistic air ... Is aroused by this ... The incomplete resolution of the forbidden dance