| raine dances... |
**hears the call to dance, moving from the smooth feel of tiles neath bare feet to drown toes in golden sands that bulge from the intrusion, the flicker of firelight painting auburn tresses molten with highlights as she kneels in reverent quiet, unadorned **lifts serene smile as if bathed in the warmth of Tor-tu-Gor, thighs straining to balance under the weight of such pleasure - drawing her back in deep bow to peer upside down for musicians, ready - lifting asudden from tight arc to the command of staccato drums, bright gaze to the Quad **slithering up from parted knees to stand before tall Masters, fingers tapping in nervous fidget along the curve of each hip to match lone flute's entry - girl grins a bit, chin high as careful steps take her around Four Poles - emerald eyes, bright with mischief, watch fingertips trail up one towering shaft **sways to the challenging twang of czehars, darting between poles with a flash of white smile - she laughs... among Masters, soon on feet that no longer find anywhere to stand - tumbling back from the frame of temwood pillars with a cry of surprise to land in the sands, alone in an ocean **crawls the vast distance on knees and hands that reach eagerly forward, struggling to wrap at the base of tall Master - girl lying beneath in submission as piteous whimper escapes - lips turning to kiss smooth wood, the scent of oils strong under the stroke of fingers that cling to rich stave **rises to draw knees, curled beneath, prompting the arched forward bow of slender form - nestling cheek to warmed pole, she reaches up drawing blanket of auburn fire from bowed spine - hands nestled still as being jars and shakes to the intermittant *crack* of cymbals, every nerve aroused **writhes beneath each strike until harsh blend of instruments change - determined motions drawing parted knees to either side - a thousand touches offered to Him, the press of silken thigh, a hint of soft cheek, the heat of dark gaze cooled with soft gentle kisses born of hope and desire **creates shadows along opposite wall that dance in surreal visage of nymph and fire, dark tongues lashing at the image of undulating arms and uplifted flesh - girl rolling taut belly to surge in same fluid waves - soft moan escapes answering the return of lone flute, hips shifting to brace against wood **straightens to press lush breasts to the pole, sparked with its touch while hands embrace to slide high, - she stretches supple body, every muscle aquiver with feline grace - mewling as belly tightens, the silken curve of hips pitching in languid response, forward and back to commanding beat **shudders with unrestrained effort, flushed with exercise - beast growling low as insatiate gaze sweeps shadows once more - animated forms locked in sensual warfare that pushes the edge, riding the very brink of oblivion .. wretched cry rents the air, lost in fevered finale **breaks from clinging embrace, noting now absent rhythm still sounds in her ears, breath ragged with heightened emotion, tempted with awakened desires as heated gaze lowers, still begging for more, limbs trembling with need... beneath the eyes of Men: ��la kajira�� |
| -Pole Dance- ~ This girl is grateful to Jarl SoV][eTWoLf- for commanding her to dance ~ danced as raine - in Koroban Kavern's on 5-20-05 |
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