The feline's pride

Hips contort to a smooth and mellow pulse.
flaming drums and convulsing twangs
of a romani's subtle spell.

flesh molded by bronze sheens beneath ghostly gossamer
and wintered silk.

Leaping tongues crawl and spiral
illuminating her spiraling form with the touch of suns lost rays.

The wind's roar is reminescent of the sultry whisper of bells and coins.
The ocean's sweet scent reposed among her succulent gasps.

Pleasure in every sinew.
Promise in each vibration.
Sun and sand perfume hair of gilded raven's blue.

Distraction. Invitation. Fear.
His cruel eyes smolder with thwarted
animalism.  Possession. Virtue and innocence. Non existant.

Silvered ice parts his flesh,
a waterfall flowing through warm and rocky ledges.

Leaping tongues spiral and crawl
incadescent upon the sand drenched blood.

Her movements flow still, the passion of her spell lingers but a moment.
Eyes blaze a feline's fierce pride.
Four minutes of desperation in a dance. Crazed enchantment.
Four minutes to save her world.