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« on: March 22, 2025, 12:25:29 pm »
The Dance of Love.
Slowly staggering. Drunk on love.
searching the tavern for the one who stole her heart.
Elongated fingers cupping around her darken coffee eyes,
searching each area for only him.
her firm ass shimmies,
snaking around tables. and furs, of the Free,
making her way to the sand pit.
the music drifting softly, with the sound of the kalika strumming.
The fire barely coming to life.
Staggering more, step by step through the sand
Pondering in thought, pushing herself into a tall stance.
Brown gems, scrutinized over her womanly flesh.
what she can see, when she looks down.
breasts round like melons, areolae harden into tiny brown nubs. Perfect for plucking.
a stomach a bit more then washboard, her Master feeds her well.
could she, would she ever love him? would he ever love her?
only the test of time will tell.
Twirling on dancer toes,
wiggling and shimming her hips,
making her way towards the fire.
long shapely legs that seem to go on forever.
Picking up a few temwood logs, feeding them into dancing flames
the heat blazes, sparks of blue fill the smokey air
warming her skin, turning it from bronze to a rosy shade of salmon-pink.
the music picks up momentum, so does the beat of the notch stick and tabor.
The warmth, caressing her skin, she can’t help but slowly prance around
Every spark that flies in the air, a picture of him, is her heart’s desire.
Glancing over the fire and the spit of bosk.
watch him lick His lips with the juices that coat them.
If only she could taste those lips with hers. Needing wanting more,
Why is her heart skipping a beat, each and every time she looks over
Taking her long lengths of oak curls of hair in the small of her hands,
Pulling the drapes off around her shoulders, letting them cascade down her back.
Can he see the beating of her heart, can he see her breathing.
Every breath she takes is a lifeline to him.
The rhythm and tempo changes,
with each footfall,
stalking forward, the bells around her ankle chime.
Then the music stops, but only for a moment.
Striking a pose, looking up.
Lips turn into a loving smile; her heart skips a beat.
tilting her head, she catches a glimpse of her Master,
whom she finds astonishingly appealing.
When did infatuation turn into something more?
Is it lust? Why does she feel like she is floating higher and higher?
hands flow over her head, crossing at the wrist, right hand over left.
Her body like a totem pole- as straight as an arrow, slender and willowy.
right ankle over her left with toes pointed.
Staying like that for just a few ihns.
Then the music starts again.
sprinting a few steps,
springing in the air, rotating around trice,
long chestnut wavy tendrils fan out, floating on air, surrounding her.
Landing on the balls of her feet,
Bending her knees, squatting on the unlevel terrain of the sand.
her left hand rests upon her bent left knee,
the right hand in the cool red and black speckled grains
can He feel the magnetic atmosphere pulling her closer and closer?
each time their gazes meet –
crimson blushes and half hearted smiles with twinkling eyes is what he sees
A yearning, desire taking over.
whimpering and purring.
feeling the friction- her nipples tighten into mountain peaks.
feeling the heat radiating down to her toes
her flowery lips glistening with dew,
Once again, brown hazel-nut gems catch sight of her Master, intently entranced
Moving hand over hand on all fours
Her body aching, a need, a burning desire.
Her flesh tingling, butterflies swarming
The rampant heat making her lightheaded.
Her eyes sight locked only for him.
Before she knows it she is dancing for him and him alone.
When did her feelings change from lust to love? Is his sentiment the same?
The bells on her waist chime with every movement.
Dancing in front of Master Bretval giving her hips a shake
then onto Master LionHeart and Mistress Yaz’ahri shimming her body, giving it a twirl
Going from one Master and Mistress to the next, until she spies her Owner,
With each movement, she draws closer and closer
A racing heart, body aching, blood boiling,
breathing coming fast, deep, with the rise and fall of her full womanly breasts
dancing closely now, around him.
her body presses to his spine
painted nails gliding softly over his arms, and down his chest.
Lips kissing under his ear and into his neck.
Whispering love language only he understands.
Wanting, needing so much more.
Did she give him her heart and soul?
Gyrating hips moving slower now
Slowly walking around, him
Taking his hands in hers
Placing calloused fingers on each side of curvy hips
Swaying back and forth. Her back to his chest
Lowering down, until straddling his lap
Guiding his right hand upwards, crossing over her right breast, his hand settling on the left
Hoping he can feel her heart beating, she holds her breath
His left hand she glides across her stomach, letting it rest on her abdomen.
Letting out her breath slowly. Can he feel the heat and desire flowing.
Would she die for Him? maybe, possibly, the answer….
Turning in his arms, sitting upon his lap
Face to face, looking up into the bluest of twinkling eyes
Sparkling brown, ravish over his hellish features.
Taking him all in
Her hand to his chest, feeling his heart beating
Against her small palm,
Two heart beats, beating as one
The music stops playing. Its just us two in the heat of the moment
Whispering all the thoughts that she would answer yes to.
Her heart and soul belongs to him.
Yes I want you every day and every night
Yes I desire you with all my might
Yes I would die for you, never give a second thought
Is this love that I am feeling? YES Master, YES! YES! YES!
Lips pressing firmly to his, to seal her faith.
La kajira
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