
I just went inside and and to my unconscious self my body began to communicate with the soothing voice and the music in the background rose just then I felt a jolt as if someone just pulled me and clasped me tight. I felt a touch, someone trailed its fingers on my arms and just then the music was at its crescendo. I evolved with every beat and to that presence I had completely surrendered myself to him. I was in a different world. And as the wind blew I felt his breath against my neck and I was aroused. I embraced it tight and with the music i moved with him. We swayed in happiness and danced gay abandoned. Suddenly he let me free and I was like a carefree teenager exploring the woods. The woods were dense and air of rejuvenation wafted it. Then came a meadow where I see him again with his hands wide open welcoming me I ran and he lifted me. Against the gravity I was, like an amateur dancer I glided over his shoulder and suddenly he overpowered me. But this was the first time I was enjoying my defeat. He was all over me... And just the time we were about to get one I felt so complete... We were in sync, we were together. The bliss achieved was unsurpassed. The most contended smile suffused my face. I so desperately wished the time to freeze and I could hold this moment forever. Like a greedy child I wanted more and more of it. I was so away from temptations and materialism yet so close to it. I was thrilled when I heard the same music again and he was too wiling to make me experience the beyond.
And that very instance I heard a thud and it was pitch dark. And to my surprise I realize that the session is over and I'm back to class. This is the bliss of dance and I achieved multiple orgasms in that dance session and enjoyed my womanhood. It was my intercourse of soul with my passion. I'm still not over it my knees shiver still and my heart longs for it even more.
Wow! You have written an awesomely sensuous rhyme...a rhyme that touched the winds and rustled the windows of my soul. Yes, for once, I wanted to share that communion...not just on the wings of poesy, but in real life and real time too. For once I couln't discern the dancer from the dance, or the teacher from the taught. For once, I wished I was young enough for us to touch my teenage soul...that you now wear! Love, CM
ReplyDeleteMy 1st comment from you means a lot to me Sir.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much...
This was just a small effort.
Thank you for all the appreciation.
mann...i dint know it could go dat crazy!!!
ReplyDeleteno wonder yasharth is all frustrated;)
Wow ! !
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
now we all know how well women fake their orgasms, but this was NOT to my surprise, of what you achieved!
ReplyDeleteawesome post, but then that's you!
well done :-)
The best I've read.......In fact it has initiated a thought process in me.....WUd give u the details if sumthing worthwhile comes out of it....
ReplyDeletecool will eagerly await it.
ReplyDeletethank you!
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Beautiful is what i would say... Being in love with your passion.. well expressed!! I always thought i was in love with dancing, but i found a competitor.. Never mind.. we will share.. I loved it!!
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ReplyDeleteThanks aish!!