Dance at MidnightThe sky is ever darkerAs my feet continue fartherInto the wooded templeOf my soul.My spirit guide is near meIt lights the path beneath meAs I wander with sure footInto my dream.The drumming starts resoundingIn my bones I feel them poundingAs my body feels compelledTo move in time.The Dombec bares the rhythmAs the gentle hands upon themMy hips begin to guideAs body follows.Dancing around the fireAnawim emerge from higherAs I become connectedTo the Fae.Thier laughter is invitingContagious and excitingThey have joined me in my danceI'm blessed by Fae.In moonlight dim we spiralever waves of endless gyralUntil dawn we move togetherUpon the moss.
The Start of Something Part 3For a very long moment, as the rest of the world seemed to pause for us, we stood there kissing. His hands began sliding down towards the curve at the small of my back. I could already feel myself spinning rapidly back into the throws of my desire, though there was something restrained about the entire kiss that left me hanging on for more. I felt him growl roughly into the kiss as his body pressed against mine, his hands urging my hips toward him. I gasped suddenly as my focus returned to the present moment. Seeing the headlights shining through the blinds on the front door my daydream melted away instantly to be replaced by the serpents of anxiety squirming in my stomach. He's here. After a few months of talking we had finally made arrangements to spend a weekend together to "see how things go". I was petrified. I felt like a mouse, being caged in with no turning back and no escape. I took a deep breath