The Dance

 

Eyes sparking to his
the slavegirl -the temptress-- the she snake
kneeling, bound by velvet rope
round a silken throat
she begins to move

Hands beckoning his pleasure
telling tales of pleasure and pain
hips undulating slowly under a satin shift
pushing, pulling, straining, releasing
she rises

The light kissing her curves
breasts pressed against thin silkyness
showing her womanly need
as she sways softly in the dimness
she sighs

She floats over the ground
undulating, sinuous she provokes him,
teases his desire
begging, pleading demanding
Love me Master...

Faster now,
Eyes flashing over her shoulder
dark hair flowing
hips popping to the drum
hints of what lies beneath

She pause, skips to him
shoulders rock forward, then back
hips arching, wiggling, circling vibrating-
for her pleasure
and his

Her hands lightly glide over soft skin
hug her hips, kiss her legs
spread her thighs
as she lowers herself to the floor
watching his eyes

there she writhes slowly
tongue shining soft lips
carressing his wicked whip
showing him what he wants to see
she grinds...

Poem Copyright © Paula Shepard Dec 2001