Reticent Mental Property

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Dance Partner

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You must be feeling better, Dear.

Yes. Yes I am. I’m not yet tango material, but a close,  slow dance, the length of my body pressing to yours…yes.

That sounds wonderful.  Would this be vertical or horizontal dancing?

With me it always seems to start out vertical, with the most honorable intentions…

And then?

And then I end up back to the wall,and my knees fail me

as your hands hold me in place

and pull me to you

and your lips graze my ear to whisper how you’d like to have your way with me

while my heaving chest, rises and falls, in exaggerated fashion,

assisting my breasts in finding your heart

and encouraging your chin to nuzzle forward into the triangle at the base of my throat

and your lips to burn a path from neck to the hollow below my ear and

then

lightly skim across my cheek

and the tip of my nose

and the curve of my closed eyelids and

back down to my waiting mouth

where we kiss and inhale each other

taking the taste of authenticity deep into our lungs

to remind ourselves

how.

to.

live.

That is spectacular,  Dear.  Just perfect.  I’ll lead now.

If she had any regrets at all:  Failure in perfecting the dip.   

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11 comments on “Dance Partner

  1. the muscleheaded blog
    December 19, 2013

    yep. spectacular !!!!

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    • Reticent Mental Property
      December 19, 2013

      Thank you. (see me do that little curtsy move, with a slight nod) My dance card is not yet filled, Chris.

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      • the muscleheaded blog
        December 19, 2013

        🙂 Ret, If your dance isn’t filled, then it is true what they say—— there’s no justice in the world. 🙂

        PS….. that was a very elegant curtsy.

        Chris

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        • Reticent Mental Property
          December 19, 2013

          Justice is sometimes slow to reveal itself. So instead of waiting, just turn up the volume and let the music take over. Works marvelously.

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          • the muscleheaded blog
            December 19, 2013

            ” Why then delay, with such sounds in our ears,
            And the flower of Beauty’s own garden before us —
            While stars overhead leave the song of their spheres,
            And, listening to ours, hang wondering o’er us?
            Again, that strain! — to hear it thus sounding
            Might set even Death’s cold pulses bounding —
            Again! Again!
            Oh, what delight when the youthful and gay
            Each with eye like a sunbeam and foot like a feather,
            Thus dance, like the Hours to the music of May,
            And mingle sweet song and sunshine together. ”

            I think you’ve been reading Thomas Moore. 🙂

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  2. Reticent Mental Property
    December 19, 2013

    His are beautiful words and perfect for this day’s sunrise. Thank you C.

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  3. dievca
    December 19, 2013

    How come I keep hearing this song playing in my head? XO

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  4. emdimensionality
    March 8, 2014

    Brava! Perfectly penned. 🙂

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