| Capture Dance this dance was written and performed in October of 2003 (or thereabouts) to submit formally to the room i had been *sold* to... my name was tala`kei{WLL} ~ moves to the dance pit, blue silks swaying, gently caressing nervous flesh, tossing chestnut hair back over milky shoulders, body twisting slightly to give the appearance of looking back over a shoulder. The bells surrounding slim ankles jingle softly as delicate feet fall one in front of the other, one arm raises hovering above kei's head, the other down towards a curvy hip. ~ hears the soft beat of a drum, standing still, only hands flicking slightly, up, down, out, acknowledging the elements, suddenly the beat becomes a wild thrum, like that of feet running, the bells jingle as feet stomp, curvaceous hips undulating slightly , wrenching around to face the front, a mask of terror contorting soft features. ~ falls to the ground, hands reaching out to an imaginary rescuer, tears well up in veridian eyes, as the auburn tresses fall helplessly to the sand. An ankle lifts as if being held by an unseen hand, and rolling over, sand covering the silks, bells jingling softly, the beat of the drum slowing, joined now by the light tone of a flute, weaving its song in and out of the drum beat. ~ cries quietly, tears rolling down her face, making tracks in the sand covering soft cheeks, the fiery mane gripped by an unseen hand, forcing the girl to kneel before the captor. Knees clenched, but slowly inch apart, revealing slave heat, cheeks flaming in embarrassment as emerald eyes drop to the ground. ~ lifts delicate hands to the sienna mane, trailing soft fingers through it, letting it drop back against the girl's body, the strands covering ivory shoulders and rolling down the straight back. The movements are jerky and forced, innate sensuality not yet revealed, fighting the sensations that are welling up in her. ~ feels the weight of a collar, clasping around the slim column of neck, shoulders shaking with repressed sobbing, knowing freedom is lost. Dropping her head, lifting it quickly at an unheard command, fire blazing in moss eyes, the sorrow of a moment before turns to fury at being forced to wear a silver collar. ~ lets delicate hands flutter to the collar, slim fingers wrap around it, pulling, yanking, tugging in resistance, while the other float to the shimmering blue silk, smoothing the palm against them, gasping in surprise as they drop to the ground a glistening pool of material heaped around slender ankles. ~ runs nervous fingers over the nude body, wonderment showing in every feature as gentle hands glide over the full breasts, down over the tautness of a toned stomach, raking fingernails up creamy thighs to her sex, finding it wet, smiling, acceptance coming into passion drugged eyes. ~ raises to a she sleen, hips swaying sensually crawling towards the Master, a fire growing in the girl's belly, in deep green eyes, lowering the cinammon head, letting satiny lips dance over His boots, rubicund flesh covered in a fine sheen from the exertions, glowing in the firelight, arching back, then away from Him, fire dancing in sage eyes, rearing back into a kneel, fingers tearing at the collar. ~ fights and growls, head whipping around, hair flying to cover the face, body undulating, suddenly the drum stops, only the lone note of the flute remains, kelly green eyes raise to the heavens, hands raise above her head, softly intertwining, they slide down over the girls body kneeling before Him, a bright smile upon lips of crimson, crawling toward Him again, sensuality written in every movement. ~ lays a velvety cheek upon His boot, swaying back onto spread knees, slave heat dripping honey, bright eyes registering what the heart has always known, looking to His eyes, meeting His squarely, before dropping them modestly, raising sleek arms above a lowered head, crossing them at the wrist and says softly � kei is Yours |
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