The Dance Hall
The dance session started a little early. Everyone was dancing: dissolved in the music, absorbed into the beat. Stationed at the corner, you noticed my presence and grew excited instantly, waiting for a turn to approach me. I sensed your intention at once, yet pretended not to see you. Extending your hands, you encouraged me to dance with you. I hesitated, then accepted reluctantly. We danced until an hour flew past without being noticed. A trace of lust warmed your hand as you touched my petal-like palm. Excitement rose like a high tide and flooded your heart with emotion. Slowly it coursed through your veins, waking up every sensual feeling and delight in this world. Again, the blazing coal of passion turned red when you dived into my ocean of delight. We vanished, and then surfaced to celebrate the everlasting pursuit that is never quenched. You may still savor the reminiscences that I left behind in your heart.
Show up again: I yearn for sensual pleasure that never ends.
Brandi xoxo
