Spreads her hands,
raises her leg,
and whirls like the wind,
her dress fighting gravity.

Her eyes are burning,
bearing orgastic joy,
her face tense,
lips a bit open,
little wisps of humidity coming out of her nostrils,
as cold air meets her warm breath.

I adore that vision,
that apparition of mysterious force.
That wonderful otherworldy being,
that godlike creation,
universe's masterpiece.

Suddenly her face grows relaxed as the music begins,
her gaze fills with knowledge,
knowledge of something that my pitiful mind cannot ever grasp.

She starts to move,
and she is the only thing that I see now,
even the music is gone,
for her movement captures all my senses.

Black velvet on pale soft skin.
Red lips,
even redder tongue,
that every now and then licks them,
as if to tease,
but she is in her own element now,
no cares of this world.

Oh how beautiful she is,
how perfect and sensational.

After a while,
a lifetime,
how long
who knows,
who cares
She stops
and voices fill my ears again,
she turns and smiles shyly...to me

and she is all that there is,
all that ever will be.

(c) Ari Piiroinen