A private dance

I adore striptease.

I have been fortunate to have had more than my share of women dance for me.

Sometimes bathed in the sensual glow of a flickering candles,  Others in the bold exposure of an adoring spotlight. Once or twice in the quiet hush of a room flooded silver and cool by the moon. Even in an English garden, to a radio, and the sunshine peeping from behind a cloud.

And also captured on camera from some distant place, the lens becoming my eyes. The perfection of swaying bodies. throats infused with gentle blush, heads bowed in shyness, movements full of a desire to please.

Such deep mutual pleasure loses no intimacy across the miles.

I have written before of favourite songs.  Here is another.

The opening guitar always sends a shiver down my spine

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art: Private Dancer by Jack Vettriano

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