lifting the veil of nights silence

[Passionaria]

Dangerous hips

Walking, my hips gesture rhythmical feline stealth
sensuous movements weaving tales
of self and embodied flesh
speaking volumes, but not dangerous

When music calls to me, my hips answer
with curves marking serpentine lines in space
warm supple flesh with movements
emerging from instinct kissing inspiration
enticing, but not dangerous

Playing games of passion
my body wrapped in erotic Haute Couture
my hips loquacious, pleading you to be merciless
while dismantling my resistance to your Dominance
erotic pleasures, but not dangerous

Danger is not found in simple acts of flesh
It is found at the crossroads
where power and intention meet

Dancing before you my heart ascends into heaven
And I fall into spirit
hips sway and feet descend into the power of earth
dancing my hips become the playground
where heaven and earth collide
interweaving into tangible essences
expressed through the power of femininity
calling the Jaguar in me to emerge
fierce femininity
dangerous hips