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He's sitting in there room at the computer. The sound of music fills his ears and hold him in place. It was something classical,light,sensual...sad in an eerie sort of way.
Coming from the living room.
The breeze shifted,drawing the haunting strains his way,through the open door,filling him surrounding him.
It wasn't the type of music he would have associated with her. He hadn't imagined she'd play the stereo so loud either.
Curious, he stepped out into the hall,drawn by the sensual beat, drawn by a power he didn't understand. A strange mix of piano and organ,saxophone and drums. It created images of sadness one minute and lust the next. He never heard anything so beautiful, so powerful, so evocative. The words sounded Latin but but the emotional range of the vocalist transcended language barriers, telling a story.
A story of slow, sensual touches, building in an erotic crescendo, a story of desires, so deep it could draw tears from a stone. Soothing, yet urgent. A desperation made even more powerful by it's nature.
His heart pounded, his blood pumping through his veins, haunting him, creating madness.
The lights shone from the living room door. He walked over and looked in the door, he saw her- swaying to the sensual beat. He went utterly still, transfixed by the sight.
For he seen she was dancing a lovers dance.
Louder now, the music called him. And so did she. He couldn't have looked away if his life had depended on it. She was lost in the moment,in the heat. She had no idea he stood there, mesmerized, wanting, stunned and excited. A voyeur held prisoner by a desire so deep he ached.
The urge to join her nearly overpowered him.
But he couldn't for he was frozen to the spot,by the sheer beauty of her. This was the worst kind of torture. So close,yet so far. Her brown hair framed her face like a halo, spilling down her back in a waterfall of silk. She wore a white nightie that skimmed her curves, held in place by spaghetti straps.
The rhythm carried her body in slow, sinuous movements, shoulders swaying, hips following with ease and grace as if she was boneless. Fluid movements that held him spellbound- so erotic in their simplicity. She curved into the music, becoming one with it, making it impossible to tell where the harmony began and ended. Images of dark sin clawed at his insides, consuming him. He felt his soul drawn to her, to the music, as if he was right there dancing with her, touching her, easing up against her slender curves, moving with her as one.
Sweat dripped down his temples and pooled beneath his arms. His teeth gritted so hard his jaw cramped. Heart pounding, fist clenched, he closed his eyes and let his imagination fly, imagining the feel of silk beneath his palms, sliding her nightie higher on her thighs, moving with her, slowly, softly. The tribal beat of the music called him. Pounding. Throbbing. Torturing. Reverberating through the walls of his chest... his soul. He eyes sprang open when the music switched tracks. He looks and there she was dancing in front of him. Looking him in the eyes,with such love and fire. This beat was stronger,not as serene, evoking images of primal lust. The fire that burns so hot you think you'll die if you don't touch it.
His body felt coiled, primed to erupt in a dark, consuming madness. And once again he could not look away. Where before her movements had nearly hypnotized him, now they enticed him beyond tolerance. Her body jerked and moved with pulsating beat, faster, hotter,wilder, her long hair swinging, arms reaching as if she was reaching out for him, a look of ecstasy on her features. He seen a fine sheen of sweat coating her smooth skin, he wanted to taste that sweet dampness, touching... Damn it! This was to much. He tried to move but couldn't. Something primitive held him in it's grip,something dangerous.
He wanted to unleash that danger on her in away that would leave no room for any other man in her life. Wanted her to behave this way with him, For only him. Insides churning the last shred of his control snapped, he finally succumbed to the emotions that was screaming to be released, and began to walk over to her, looking at the woman that he'd sell his soul to possess. Damn this woman has fire he thought and there is no way in hell would another man ever have her. He reaches her and takes her in his arms, kissing her with such fire and passion. As he lifts her in his arms ,and starts to the bedroom she looks him in the eyes and tells him " I love you my superman with all my heart and soul". They enter the room and he then precedes to show her just how much he loves her too.
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from the island princess
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