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Home >> Poetry & Literature >> Dance of Passion ~ Cara Vermaak

24.10.2009, 01:06 quote

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Dance of Passion

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“I am the mist of passion, flowing from the sea. Gaze, into the moonlight, and float away with Me.” Author Unknown


The wildcat steals out of the ballroom into the clearing, searching for the perfect spot for the fire, finding stray pieces of wood she gently lights the tinsel, loving the way the flames engulf the tinsel. Slowly the flames spill over the tinsel, licking onto the wood in the graceful caress of dancing fire angles.

The wildcat hears the ballad “Silent Scream”, hears Richard Marx’s song drift from the party inside to her, as in a gift for her dance. The voice of him fills her with words of longing and desire. Her body responds with a calling to romance the dream. Her eyes fastened on the dancing flames the wilful grace of her body intently follow the jubilation of her fire angels. Hers is a dance to create the beauty of a hidden Passion.

The wildcat’s hand trails down the length of her neck to the soft folds of the dupion silk bodice, coloured in shimmering blues, adorned by tiny dragon ornaments flicking in the rays of the moon. Her fingers play with the spattering of minute swarovski crystals as their reflection tempts thoughts of passion, adoration, thoughts of deep love. Her eyes close and the soft touch of the silk, organza, rich satins, take her to moments of ardour. Playing with the different textures she forgets her past, her future, knows only her deep need to belong.

The wildcat’s fingers gently undo the tiny buttons on the side of the bodice, all the time her body swaying in motion with the hypnotic music. Feeling the words become hers, her feet are dancing steps of old waltzes. Her body consumed by the power of love.

The wildcat timidly looks at the man watching from the shadows, her eyes inviting him to dance with her. Her body charms him to become her. She shrugs out of the luxurious gown, offering her beauty to him, to them, to the Universe. The wildcat dances now with her lovely breasts exposed and highlighted by the rays of the moon.

The wildcat is perfect in her reticent nakedness; her thoughts are exhilarated by the wildness of the fire. Showered in moonlight, the playful glimmers create the shivers of purity in her naked body, the music vibrating her intensity as the wind joins the dance of love, jealous in his caress, he beckons, finally insists to be loved. .

The wildcat ignores the violence of the sudden storm. Knowing it is the Gods that rage in want, in need. She no longer hears the music, her ears and body move to the will of the Gods. The lightening is leading her, the thunder willing her. Suddenly the skies open and the rage of the Gods end in showers of tears, the tears of the Gods kill her fire...

The wildcat sinks to the soaked earth in a position of worship, she buries her face. Her tears mingle with those of the Gods. She wills herself to look at the man, hiding in the shadows. The wildcat will know the love of a man, will feel the devotion, the selfishness of love...

The wildcat glides into the night. The dark night claims her to love.

© 2006 Cara E. C. Vermaak. All rights

 
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