Little dancer.
The soft beat wove it’s way through the entwined gasps and soft breaths filling the room as all eyes were on her. The elegant waves of silk caressing her body as she seemed to cascade and flow with the music. Each delicate movement, perfection. Porcelain skin marked against the shadowy backdrop of her lover, entrenched in his heavy black materials he gazed upon her eagerly. As the solitary tear trickled down her rose kissed cheek the beat changed, her back arched a touch while her toes gave way and pressed into agonising points. Clenching her fingers into the moment, her eyes closed as she called her last breath, a single note passed into the night. His heavy frame devoured her as she gave herself to him completely, without a hint of rebellion – for she was his.
It’s been far too long since I did one of these. I know it’s really short but I’m hoping the different interpretations work and in keeping it as I did the impact remains.
