I DANCE FOR HIM

 

I DANCE FOR HIM. 

 

For his eyes only, 

On the stage of life. 

I twirl. 

An aerial dance under the stars, 

Amidst the pixies and angels, 

The fawn and imps. 

I dance with his eyes looking up on me. 

 

My hands on the rope that holds me afloat, 

Twirling, 

Gliding, 

Swinging through the heavens, 

And he smiles. 

 

The fairies watch from the limbs of the tree that I dance in, 

the pegasus fly over the lotus moon, 

The wind carries me higher, 

With each swirl and swoop, 

The stars twinkle and dance with me. 

As the universe opens herself up and receives the dance, 

And I her’s. 

Here on this magical night, 

Lost in the woods, 

We dance. 

We commune and we enter the land of love. 

 

Centaur stands guard, 

Strong and fierce, 

His primal stride as he paces, 

Watching the tree line. 

He is my protector. 

He is my guide in the night’s mysteries. 

 

The forbidden fruit of the dance, 

Becoming lost in its sweetness, 

The juices of its existence drip from the limbs that I swing, 

And its nectar covers me. 

Sticking to my fingertips as I twirl, 

And glide. 

Licking my lips as I run my tongue along the rope that holds me. 

Desiring to be taken, 

To be carried. 

Up into the heavens. 

My arms rise and fall, 

As does my breath. 

I can feel him close. 

In his gaze, 

In his tender hunger. 

He haunts me. 

His eyes a glow in the distance. 

Will he come, 

 

Or just stay where he is?

 

As I twirl, 

Sinking my toes in the damp mossy earth beneath me, 

Dropping my body back, 

Arching and pulling. 

My hunger intensifies. 

My ravenous heart wants for its desire. 

Begging to be released from its shackles. 

I dig in. 

And breathe…

 

He has me in his sight. 

Growing closer and stepping back. 

Our energies collide. 

 

I am soft and fluid. 

I am surrendering to my nature and desire. 

And I call to him.

 

Feet against the earth, 

The call of wolves in the distance. 

He is unbound and ready. 

He is hunting me. 

Hungry for his prey. 

And I am ready to be taken under his fang and claw. 

Release me. 

 

The fairies and unicorns, 

Winnie and chant. 

Awaiting the union. 

The birthing of magic. 

The communion of love and intimacy. 

Time and space holding no bounds any longer. 

And I breathe him in. 

Closer he comes, 

No stepping back now. 

He is in my midst. 

Watching me up close. 

His breath on my shoulder, 

Hand on the dimples of Venus, 

My heart skips. 

My hair tousled and loose, 

As it moves with each breath, 

And we twirl. 

We move with the rhythms of the earth. 

It cannot be stopped. 

 

Together we dance. 

For us. 

For love. 

For eternity. 

 

The hippocampus leap from their dreamy waters of the lake as they celebrate, 

Troll, kelpie and manticore rejoice by the fires of eternity. 

For it is the night of convergence. 

Of werewolf and dragon. 

Setting their love free. 

 

And we dance. 

Into the heavens and through hell. 

Thousands of years. 

The dance of eternity. 

Of mystery. 

Sin and saving grace. 

It is never ending and always beginning. 

 

Breathing deep. 

Arms open. 

Twirling under the stars. 

The heavens welcome the dance. 

As do our hearts and souls. 

 

And I dance. 

I dance for him.

 

-KW

 

As Always,

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The Goddesses Dragon – My Tale of Surrender to the Masculine

He wants my surrender.
I can feel it at my greatest depths.

He wants me fully.
Open and inviting to his everything.
He wants my surrender,
and he is willing to work for it.
He is willing to take the journey into the depths of my being,
where he will uncover my hidden treasures,
which I fear may seem like dragons,
yet he assures me in his holding,
that he does not want to slay my dragons,
he only want to bask in their beauty,
he wants to sit with them in moments of stillness,
and he wants to just take them in.

He wants to see their beauty,
that beauty that only a deep understanding of love can handle,
that beauty that is so revealing of the soul.
Most are not strong enough within themselves to face this beauty,
this light,
this power,
the dragon.

Most fear being devoured by it.
What they begin in the courting process admiring from a afar,
they end with wanting to own and control.
Because it scares them.
It is wild,
it is fierce,
it is powerful beyond measure,
and desires to conquer the hearts of its admirers.

Few are able to hold themselves,
within the presence of this beast.

But, every now and then,
a gentleman comes about,
makes himself known,
and smiles in the presence of the magic he has found in caverns of the goddess.

And this gentleman,
this gentleman,
ignites the goddesses soul.
Sets it on fire.

And she desires to dance for him.
She desires to open herself for him,
and let him in.

Yet she is scared beyond measure,
her past tells of beautiful love saga’s,
intense love and loss.
She is fearful to become vulnerable with this man.
Because of the pain,
the pain that her heart will endure.
Yet she desires it all.
The love and depth,
are worth the pain.
Are worth the standing before her own dragon,
and smiling within its flames.

She know’s that this man,
is rare, and unique.
That he is one who can hold her fire.
At least for a time.
And she wants to surrender.
She craves the intimacy.
She craves the revealing.
She craves the integrity.
And the opening.

Physically.
Mentally.
Emotionally.

She leans in.
And she drops into his arms,
resting in his strength.
Resting in his admiration.
She let’s her emotions be seen.
She laughs,
she cries,
and she opens a bit more.

This cavern is deep.
And she realizes,
that her dragon is not to be feared.

She now understands what this gentleman has known,
the fire of her dragon will not harm when lifted in love,
it will only light the way to more caverns for them to explore.

Explore together.
The depths of their souls.

And so she looks at the gentleman,
with tears streaming from her eye’s,
and she say’s yes to the opening.

They lay together, enwrapped in the moment,
and they smile.

Blessed be to all of you who read this and venture into the depths of the goddesses caverns with hearts on fire,
and souls ignited.

Be wise in your journey and know that the dragon is there to protect the goddess from those that are unworthy,
and there to guild those who are,
into her surrender.

As always,
Stop Existing & Start Living

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