written by cyn
the rapid beating of troubled heart matching the deep rising of ample chest as weapons are suddenly discarded upon the other edge of the circle, darkened blue eyes falling upon the center and the staked out square that beckons me forth, heavy notched stakes standing dark in the grass as fists slowly unclench only to clench once again as ocean blue eyes begin to blaze, sensing the movement of the drums in the flowing blood of my veins
quickly shutting eyes as tortured features lift to the rays of the moons, oblivious to the presence of men, a she-beast of the forest as the need to dance suddenly overcomes trembing form, leaping to the center of the great circle, weapons forgotten, proud and superb panther suddenly writhing and crying out in helpless need beneath the mocking light of the moons, dancing tiles unforging ground beneath stamping feet and leaps of wild abandon
the shivering and ringing of slender golden bangles adorning tanning ankles lost in the driving rhythm of the primitive drums, the mocking cries of forest creatures driving me on, dancing before the staked square in a barbaric spectacle of sinuous flesh, crying out as fingers tear at the skins concealing wanton beauty beneath, primitive hunger evident in each movement of the barbaric feline flesh sobbing and whimpering helplessly beneath the streaming rays of the moons
no longer able to restrain the aching within, the inexplicable loneliness and desire that moves me beyond control with helpless desire, writhing in the frenzy of my need, swaying side to side, swifter ... more savagely with each pound of the drums, the drum now very heady, swift and vicious, mirroring the sinuous, clawing, savage beauty that dances both terribly and beautifully in skins and gold, head thrown back as I cry out for mercy, clawing upwards, reaching for the moons mocking light
yanking angrily away the skins that hang helplessly on undulating hips, exposing barbaric flesh to the wild light of the flooding moons, dancing now in golden ornaments alone beneath the huge wild moons on a circle of grass before the square, crying out in anguish as I turn in endless circles, clawing upwards in stroking movements of a hungered she-larl, writhing enraged but yet, fearful as I strike out angrily at the glowing light, dancing savagely, clad only in beauty and gold beneath the moons
then suddenly stops to the throbbing beat of the drums, the she-beast of the forest frightfully still as head falls back, fists tightly clenched upon trembling thighs as a wild anguished scream erupts from slender exposed throat, hands lifting to the moons, throwing myself upon the living, fibrous flowing grass, hands tearing at the strands, small fists pound piteously, striking at the stakes within the square, biting and tearing the earth as I writhe beneath the moons, blue eyes fixed helplessly upon their light
auburn curls in a disheveled array around slender exposed shoulders that roll with the call of wild wanton body, eyes wild as they gaze up in longing at the darkened sky, arching and lifting as hands beat and claw at trembling form in helpless need, the rustle of the sleen teeth necklace tied around the column of my neck lost in the anguished cries of the slut that lies dormant within, clawing helplessly at trembling flesh in the streaming, flooding light of the looming primitive moons
rolling suddenly to seize up my spear, jumps to bare feet with a cry of rage, lush hips swaying and thrusting as I circle my imaginary prey, a slow stalking dance of that as a hunter, incredibly beautiful as I dart in and then withdraw to the beat of the drums
