By Prerafaelite © August 2002. All
rights reserved.
Flashing eyes drew me closer. Her body
rocked with sinuous fluidity, pulling, enticing. My eyes were drawn to her
hips, an undulating passion held in mesmerising expectation, making me think of
more than just the way she moved.
She stirred the honeypot and I wanted to
be more than just a spectator. I wanted to be with her, to be her, to feel …
her.
She shimmied her hips; the seductive
quality enthralled my senses. Her arms
and her breasts began to move in a descriptive embellishment of total
involvement of mind, soul and body.
She became the dance. Complete.