The moonlight drenches the court yard competing with the many small torches to brighten the night.
Faces and bodies circle around the cobbled stone ground. She walks to the center of the circle slowly. She knows no one. Here, she is a stranger. She does not look at the faces but they can see her eyes. They shine with a radiance not commonly found….like sapphires in candle light.

The crowd was noisy, but she does not hear. The haunting voice of the songstress begins and the crowd hushes. A low silent note accompanied but a flute drifts over her; flowing within her. Her eyes now closed; not thinking only feeling. She raises her arms up above her head, stretching her body, arching her back and reaching to the stars. Her head rolls slowly from side to side opening her soul to the music. It melts into her as the drums begin, the rhythm devoured by every muscle in her body. Her hips begin to shake and shimmy in barely contained passion. The tempo increases…she opens her eyes and flashes them to the faces around her. She is now the music.

Her bare feet move stepping deliberately towards one or another of the mesmerized watchers. She moves in fluid motion; she is the drum beat pounding. Never missing one moment, her sensuality is open for all to see.

They are speechless...no one moves, no one speaks they only can watch. Hips drop and rise with an intensity that makes some blush. But not her, this is her passion her soul bare. She grabs her skirts with intensity as she spins and twirls; her blouse falling off one shoulder baring it. A vision of color and beauty blending into the darkness, yet completely separate.

Faster and faster the players play, faster and faster she slithers and grinds; rises and circles. Her heart in time with the drummer; her breath in time with the wind; she loses all thought but her connection with this moment. She hears nothing but the sound of the notes being played. She spurred on by them and them by her. It is like two lovers absorbed in each other, lost forever in the moment of passion.

The crescendo approaches, the crowd hold their breath she explodes in intimate dance as none have ever seen. Sadness, fire, passion, happiness, anger, love all emotions at once pour out of and around her as the music reaches its climax.

No one breathes……


As she slows her movements and moves snake like back to the spot where she began her dance; the musicians who are now part of her, flow the rhythm to her steps. She lowers her head and opens her eyes to look at the many silent faces around her. Her long hair wild about her shoulders giving an almost animal look to her. Her breath slows; the music stops; all but the haunting voice of the songstress.

The silence finally comes. It is deafening and no one dares to speak. She turns from the crowd and the moonlight caresses her. She walks back into the night leaving all in awe and wondering about what they had just witnessed from the beautiful, blue eyed gypsy dancer.


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Absolutely beautiful :)

WOW,,,,THAT was one heck of a VISUAL~~~~~


Great WRITE!!!!

This is a part of an erotic short story :)

WELL I don't know about SHORT,,but it was LONG in my THOUGHTS!!!!!


IT,,,really was HOT,,and well written,,,,

Like watching a caterpillar growing its wings,,then taking its virgin flight,,captivating, eyes wide openned.breath-taking,,

"Her hips begin to shake and shimmy in barely contained passion".
Nice......

No no, that was only a quote from one of my short stories.. the rest is not there. Too erotica for a forum LOL.

And thank you both