Dance with Me

TracyReady to explore my imagination, posture poised I relinquish my fear ready to escape into the passionate world of words once again. Enveloped by the mood of the moment I begin my journey. He is my muse. Deep inside he waits for me to channel my desires and set fire to the smouldering ember that lay behind the windows of my soul. The sound of his voice resonates through me, warming my flesh in waves. His presence feels like a light warm breeze when he is near. My skin cools when he steps away to watch me dance alone. I summons him by gracefully closing my lashes, allowing them to brush against one another intimately. He appears…I surrender as he takes my breath.

He reaches toward me taking my hand and we begin our dance, our journey. The enchanting melody of Enya’s ‘Flora’s Secret’ fills the room as we begin to move in unison. I adorn a gown so elegant I blush at its beauty. His strength leads me whimsically around the dance floor. He captures my every thought the moment I release them.

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I can taste the words floating among us as our bodies gently moves freely with the lyrical beauty that surrounds us. Drawn to my lips words wisp by, wanting so desperately to be savoured slowly by my romantic palate. They tempt me in hopes of being devoured by my insatiable appetite for their sensual inflection. I invite rapture to sit on the tip of my tongue as we dance as one. Its meaning melts slowly infusing a feeling of intense pleasure. Divine steps forth taunting me, God like, allowing me to see and feel its power when placed beside rapture on the page in my mind. They taste exquisite together. Devine and rapture join intense and desire, arousing the undeniable feeling of devote affection seeping slowly from my pores.

My unrestrained love for him holds my heart. I effortlessly open my arms to truth. I feel his presence next to me as I am reminded to breathe. My mouth opens slightly allowing a short quick breath of air that saturates my lips with delicate prose. My elegant dress has slipped off my shoulders floating gently to the waiting floor miles below. I am now ready to open my arms exposing my naked soul.

My mind wanders down paths I secretly want to explore, tasting delicious words along the way. To fully enjoy this one must allow themselves to explore to a depth that is beyond their control.

Dance with me…

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Embrace…

The lead up to an embrace can be overwhelming. It can be one of the most intimate forms of touch we experience with another human being. It’s whats behind the embrace that changes how it feels. The lead up of what you make it is what it becomes. When you embrace someone of the opposite sex for the very first time it can be exhilarating.

Anticipation builds. Thoughts provoked. A few simple words spark something deep inside. Hearts race. Uncharted territory. Feelings deep below the surface waiting to be scratched. A sensation unlike any other. No focus. Lost control of the ability to function.

Days turned into hours. Counting down with only minutes left. Almost a reality. Hearts beat faster. Energy releases. Senses on fire. Mind swirling with unfinished thoughts. Time stands still. Eye contact. Smiles. Staring unable to move. Connection made. Drawn closer. Touch. E-m-b-r-a-c-e. Hold. Perfect fit. Strength. Tight squeeze. Can’t release. Enveloped by the energy. Bound by free flowing electricity. No intention of breaking away from such a connection.

An embrace could be waiting suspended in time…for the moment to ignite a smouldering flame…