~ Dance of a Wounded Heart ~
written by cyn
smiles, crawling back from the place where he rests, auburn tresses caressing the leather of his worn boots followed by devoted slave lips crushed to them out of the love welling up within slave heart, peeking up playfully through long lashes as a seductive smile plays across lush lips, gazing into his eyes for an ihn before rising upwards with feline grace, tossing loose curls back over sun-kissed shoulders as warm torch lights cast glowing shadows across her shapely form, quiet feet propelling her forth to the sand pit

hips sway teasingly as she moves with elegant ease across the tiled floor, the air still and silent, thick with anticipation as delicate toes sink into the tiny grains of sand, moving to the center before coming to a halt, pushing a dainty toe to the giving grains, a well-rounded hip rolling to the right as her back arches, head rolling delectably back as crimson tresses fall to kiss the swell of sweet ass, slender neck exposed as a delicate hand reaches up reflexively to caress his steel hammered therein, ocean blue eyes flutter closed as she waits ...

and then the music breaks the silence about her, hearing soft flutes as the kalika and czehar strum in the background, setting slave body into motion, rolling well-trained muscles that ripple up and down, taut belly moving in waves as bronzed form begins to stretch and sway, unconsciously being taken in with the hypnotizing melody, smoldering gaze pulled to him, delicate hands moving in soft waves, reaching upwards, dancing unconsciously as she shows her passion and longing to be touched

the sensual beat of the music seeps into slave heart, blocking out the sounds and smells that surround lithe form, feeling his eyes on each movement, her desires building as the beat of the drums increase, fighting unbridled passion as memories of past heartbreak flood her soul trying to find that place within to trust completely once again as hips move in endless circles, twirling delicate hands slowly at the wrists to the beat of the music, feeling as if she is sinking into a world of loneliness, silver tears apparent in ocean blue eyes

stepping out of the sand pit, she dances ... long waves of twisted auburn curls framing lush curves as head rolls delectably from side to side, seeing her past rise up to haunt tortured thoughts, tears welling up as foot tips outward, thrusting trembling form forward as if in an attempt to throw off the pain that aches deep within, crimson strands falling forward to cling to distraught features, sun-kissed shoulders rocking like the stormy sea of emotion that fills a girl's bleeding heart, trying to keep upright but falls instead to knees as hands implore, sobbing tears falling freely

the music suddenly changes as she rises, trembling form slowly dancing away once more, sun-kissed flesh glistening in the warm hue of the fire's light, twirling and twisting as she is engulfed by anger and confusion, painful memories wrapping her within their embrace, tears of frustration that this continues to happen to one that gives so freely, so willingly ... crying out as she falls to knees once more, curling close within her own trembling form, feeling so helpless to the pain of her past and the longings of a girl twisting in slave belly

and then she sees the gaze of the One she loves, liquid pools of blue softening as he watches her, comfort suddenly flooding her soul and warming her heart, slipping down to slave belly as she begins to slither to his feet, pressing a flushed cheek to his boot, wanting so desperately to give him all in return for what he alone has brought to her, knowing no Other has been able to calm her fears and restore her heart

the music builds once again as she lifts head proudly, feeling the steel band, the emblem of his ownership, tighten around her slender throat, her smile slowly brightening as she rises and spins from him joyously ... heart, body, and soul casting off the pain and anger as she is filled with his love so completely, so totally ~ lithe form burning deeply for him alone, dancing eagerly into a future at his feet and in his life, slender arms enfolding her own trembling form, embracing what he has brought to her
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