Memories
Often they are heavy with darkness and tainted with an ache that is just out of reach yet always menacing…
Then there are those moments, unforsaken, inspiring…
I share with you, a moment in time.
She dances
Deep eyes blaze as they drift across the slaves form,
Like liquid she flows, exquisite in her submission, the feminine sheen of her desire shimmering on silken flesh like a kaleidoscope of gentle illusions in soft light.
She dances
Dark eyes roaming and intense, observing her, luring her, potent in my silence.
The core of the slave warming, a simmer bursting to brilliant flame, its fiery tendrils licking, caressing the very barriers she once held so dear.
She dances
Her nature open and raw; she succumbs to its calling,
My pleasure now her own,
It crashes; like a lonely wave long travelled it heaves and shatters atop age-old walls.
She dances
Mercilessly my gaze torments, absorbing, appraising, intimate in its stern caress.
The embodiment of sensuality she now writhed, unburdened and genuine, tears cascading in profound realization, surrender as our eyes met.
She danced
She is mine.
Written word © ZjC 2004 Permission to use required
