Post by The Wolf Nadja on May 28, 2008 10:57:27 GMT -5
The Belly Dance
Give me wings and I shall fly
It had been a way of rest, her thoughts scattered, mind seemed to blind in with everything until her own thoughts did not seem real. The blue silk and cotton dress mold to her body, a series of sheer blue silks cling about her hips held up by a chain belt, glittering with gems. Dance was something she enjoyed most, it was a feeling, a desire, it made her think and not become a slave to her thoughts. Tiny bells adorn her wrists and ankles. The soft tinkles and jingles are heard with every delicate step. Obsidian locks fell down and soft, framing her exotic face as she waits for the music to begin within her mind. People whispered, the crowed formed in front of her, she stood haughty and confident as the music started. She smiled, full lips curled into that impish smirk when the musicians begin to play. It is a sensuous, smooth flowing music with a slow beat, like those of the Arabic dances. The slave started to move, hands horizontal beneath her chin, only her head slides back and forth in a fluid motion. Dark hypnotic eyes smolder as the music caresses her body with sultry notes.
She flutters her hands down to her hips as she begins to shift her lush chest left and then right to the hypnotizing music. Only her chest moves in the isolated dance; hips and shoulders still and relax. Her chest presses forward and back.... and then into a smooth clockwise circle. Then back in a counter clockwise circle. Her body fluid with an enticing display of muscle control. The slave undulates her body, rippling her chest motion to her hips as the fluid music begins to dance faster. She sways her hips in a figure eight, soft clacking of gems and bells are heard as her hips swing out. Her female body moves sensuously, sensually to the music, almost as if she danced for the shadows to that whispered and called to her. Lifting her arms up to snake out from her body, she moved perfectly with the music, when it begged she gave submission, when it whispered she clung to it with her body movements. Music deepened it beat, surging through her like a tidal-wave threading to engulf her. Hips swaying faster, dancing under the soft blue silks. She tightens her body, seeming to stand still as her entire body begins to shimmer with the dancing bells and gems as they bounce wildly in her shimmie. She smiles seductively, shifting from the tight shimmie into large languid hip rolls.
She pivots on her toes, swinging her wanton hips out to urge her inviting body to turn. Arms up and poised, her body slithers and undulates to the beat of the seductive music. She snakes her body from her hips to her finger tips; a liquid ripple of muscles coursing over her sensuous female form. Bringing her arms out, opening her body, offering it up to those who watch within the confines of her imagination. A smile plays over her dark peach lips as her feet barely brush the floor. Slender waist taunt as she dances, inviting all to travel her form. She yields to her wants, letting the music control her mind and body, freeing her soul to fly. She looks around, seductive dark eyes veiled as her body slows with the music, isolating to her hips again, turning smoothly as she draws the figure eights on the sand with her hips, muscles rolling in feline grace. Her hands flutter down to her sensuously swaying hips... until she dances in place again. She shifts the enticing dance of her female body from her swaying hips to her lush breasts again, lifting and circling in a beautiful, solitary dance. Hips and shoulders still and relax. Showing off the fluidly seductive muscle control with her upper chest circling to the right and then to the left as her arms snake out and up above her head.
The soft energy of the music and the dance is felt in the air as she is still. Her arms are arched above her head, hips shifted to one side with her right thigh forward, breasts pushed out in offering as they rise and lower in her gentle breathing. Her head is back with her eyes closed. Her moist lips are parted as if they were about to be kissed. Each breath was harsh to her lungs, her body dazzled with droplets of perspiration like tiny gems over the light of fire. The music ended, she took a deeper breath and moved after a long moment and yet even now she trembled in her excitement, her desire. Pink muscle slide out to wet tender lips of dark peach, she moved, taking another step and then another, the people had faded leaving only her in the silence of chill hearts.
Give me wings and I shall fly
It had been a way of rest, her thoughts scattered, mind seemed to blind in with everything until her own thoughts did not seem real. The blue silk and cotton dress mold to her body, a series of sheer blue silks cling about her hips held up by a chain belt, glittering with gems. Dance was something she enjoyed most, it was a feeling, a desire, it made her think and not become a slave to her thoughts. Tiny bells adorn her wrists and ankles. The soft tinkles and jingles are heard with every delicate step. Obsidian locks fell down and soft, framing her exotic face as she waits for the music to begin within her mind. People whispered, the crowed formed in front of her, she stood haughty and confident as the music started. She smiled, full lips curled into that impish smirk when the musicians begin to play. It is a sensuous, smooth flowing music with a slow beat, like those of the Arabic dances. The slave started to move, hands horizontal beneath her chin, only her head slides back and forth in a fluid motion. Dark hypnotic eyes smolder as the music caresses her body with sultry notes.
She flutters her hands down to her hips as she begins to shift her lush chest left and then right to the hypnotizing music. Only her chest moves in the isolated dance; hips and shoulders still and relax. Her chest presses forward and back.... and then into a smooth clockwise circle. Then back in a counter clockwise circle. Her body fluid with an enticing display of muscle control. The slave undulates her body, rippling her chest motion to her hips as the fluid music begins to dance faster. She sways her hips in a figure eight, soft clacking of gems and bells are heard as her hips swing out. Her female body moves sensuously, sensually to the music, almost as if she danced for the shadows to that whispered and called to her. Lifting her arms up to snake out from her body, she moved perfectly with the music, when it begged she gave submission, when it whispered she clung to it with her body movements. Music deepened it beat, surging through her like a tidal-wave threading to engulf her. Hips swaying faster, dancing under the soft blue silks. She tightens her body, seeming to stand still as her entire body begins to shimmer with the dancing bells and gems as they bounce wildly in her shimmie. She smiles seductively, shifting from the tight shimmie into large languid hip rolls.
She pivots on her toes, swinging her wanton hips out to urge her inviting body to turn. Arms up and poised, her body slithers and undulates to the beat of the seductive music. She snakes her body from her hips to her finger tips; a liquid ripple of muscles coursing over her sensuous female form. Bringing her arms out, opening her body, offering it up to those who watch within the confines of her imagination. A smile plays over her dark peach lips as her feet barely brush the floor. Slender waist taunt as she dances, inviting all to travel her form. She yields to her wants, letting the music control her mind and body, freeing her soul to fly. She looks around, seductive dark eyes veiled as her body slows with the music, isolating to her hips again, turning smoothly as she draws the figure eights on the sand with her hips, muscles rolling in feline grace. Her hands flutter down to her sensuously swaying hips... until she dances in place again. She shifts the enticing dance of her female body from her swaying hips to her lush breasts again, lifting and circling in a beautiful, solitary dance. Hips and shoulders still and relax. Showing off the fluidly seductive muscle control with her upper chest circling to the right and then to the left as her arms snake out and up above her head.
The soft energy of the music and the dance is felt in the air as she is still. Her arms are arched above her head, hips shifted to one side with her right thigh forward, breasts pushed out in offering as they rise and lower in her gentle breathing. Her head is back with her eyes closed. Her moist lips are parted as if they were about to be kissed. Each breath was harsh to her lungs, her body dazzled with droplets of perspiration like tiny gems over the light of fire. The music ended, she took a deeper breath and moved after a long moment and yet even now she trembled in her excitement, her desire. Pink muscle slide out to wet tender lips of dark peach, she moved, taking another step and then another, the people had faded leaving only her in the silence of chill hearts.
