The Glory Of Her Flight
As she moved
with the music, her body became one with the melody. Barely aware, she
fearlessly soared with the heights, and recklessly dove with the lows of
rhythm. Her mind became deplete of conscious thought as the notes of the
song penetrated her, through and through, she allowed its complete
invasion, rejoicing in the emancipation of her senses and the glory of
her flight.
The pulsating
sensations of the drum had taken over the beat of her heart and she gave
herself utterly to it. She was being carried to a new level of awareness
of the quintessence of herself in its purest and most raw examination.
She was celestial now, floating on her sensitivity, her mind newly
awakened to the desires and requests of her own body, ready and inclined
to explore the possibilities.
As suddenly as
it had begun, the melodic whisperings stopped, ceasing abruptly and
putting to a close the beauty which had become her flight. Her body,
unable to hurriedly comply was languid in it’s response to the silence,
rebelling against its own nature to move, and be moved. Sluggish and
listlessly, she drew her posture back up to stance and turned slowly to
take in her surroundings.
A warm blush
crept into Darcy’s cheeks as she began to look upon the faces that were
watching her and the expressions and emotions she now witnessed.
Gingerly she walked from the dance floor, as gradually the applause
erupted into a. thunderous roar, the crowd’s appreciation becoming
evident in their great enthusiasm and passionate display. They too had
been swept away with the music, following Darcy’s dance easily; as
easily as she herself seemed to be taken up; carried away in the glory
of her flight.
Denise Chase 2005
Earth, Wind and Fire ...
Fantasy
Every man has a place, in his heart there's a space,
and the world can't erase his fantasies
Take a ride in the sky, on our ship fantasii
all your dreams will come true, right away... more
I am wretched, Father, I
am poor in spirit!
But YOU are not!
I am as the ass' ass.
As the ass' ass I keep myself out of the ass' face.
(I have learned to keep my mouth shut)
Occasionally though, I do flatulate!
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