And there I was, A ballerina, under the midnight sky. The - TopicsExpress



          

And there I was, A ballerina, under the midnight sky. The moonlight glistening off of my body. The stars are my stage light. And he, Is my hidden audience. He silently watches, longing. His eyes mesmerized as he is enamored. I move so slowly and gracefully. Every move I make, summoning in him surges, Of his desires. He has ideas of just reaching out. Touching me. I dance hidden in the night. Not hindered by any notions or judgments. I am free to explore the art and beauty of my body, What I can create. He envisions so vividly dancing with his ballerina. And here I am, under the moonlight. Bringing my performance to and end. I am covering what moments before was just beautifully displayed before him. He is longing. I begin my journey home. His want, His heart cries for an encore. He can only be left, to dream. Dream of when I will return to dance, Once more. His Midnight Ballerina. -JH
Posted on: Mon, 29 Sep 2014 01:36:52 +0000

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