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"Angelic Lily": (True Dreams on a Dancefloor) By: Soulfade The Ghost

"Angelic Lily": (True Dreams on a Dancefloor) By: Soulfade The Ghost
By Soulfade the Ghost on 10/15/2007
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The indirect undercover glances from afar almost pulled me toward her location.

She screamed to me silently of necessity and temptation.

She smelled so strongly of independence, not to mention absolutely provacative beauty.

The seemingly intoxicating concoction drove my mind madly into a stupor of need and want at a relentless speed...
Abiding by no rules of brakes or willpower, I drifted into her stream of sensuality and started to wade steadily ahead.

My only allies were self-motivation and eye contact.

She met me mid-step with eyes like polished almond diamonds set ever so perfectly between bangs of black silk and lips you could faint for.
The need to escape seized me yet I ruthlessly pummeled away at self-doubt until I was announced winner by technical knockout.

Long slender legs of caramel heaven extended from the slit of her dress to her ankles, set in heels so flattering she could have been a Flamenco Dancer...
Left ear adorned with a vivid lily, while her face was complimented by a restrained smile, portraying her innermost mood she took the floor.

Upon meeting in the flesh, she felt how I imagined angel's feathers must. Smooth, warm and supple to the touch...
Fingers intertwined and bodies close we began to dance, and dance we did.

Effortless perfection seemed to emanate from her every slide, shuffle of the feet and she was back at my side.
My heart must of forgot its purpose, for instead of beating it was orchestrating a symphony. I matched pace, eyes never losing the thread of connection...always pure and directed.

On our oddysey of rythm we traversed the floor, journied from one coast to another and back under the strobe lights at the floor's equator.
Songs dwindled and fresh ones took there position as we moved like fused partners on a mission...

Gathering concluded, my aquaintance and I, none whatsoever diluted moved to my hotel, a place better suited. Grasping drinks we talked endlessly as cheeks turned red and feelings became obviously apparent.

A soft gesture on my face from the angelic skin of my goddess turned insatiable hunger into a definite promise. Overlapping whispers send cascading shivers along the climax that was readily delivered.
I awoke puzzled yet on the nearby table layed a vivid lily immersed in the scent of an angel.


By: Soulfade The Ghost

It''s not the mountain in front of you that blocks your path. It is the grain of sand in your shoe.


© By Soulfade the Ghost On 10/15/2007 11:50:29 PM
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