Heather – Drawn

My name is not important. However, Hers is. Carve Her name in your soul. Let Her name absorb you. Let Her name enter a place no one has gone before. Listen to Her voice and She tells you the story. Feel it, be there in the moment, go on this trip with me, close your eyes and listen.

You watch Her from a distance. Always from a distance, you dare not come close. It is dangerous, even from a distance you can already feel the jealousy crawling closer, it enters your mind, your heart, your body and your soul.

She is dancing, not like anyone you have ever seen before. She tantalizes you, dares you to come closer, but you can’t. You are afraid of what She might do, the power She has over you, you might not realize it yet, but She does … have power of you. She is the Flame and you are the moth, you cannot help but feeling the desire to be closer to her, Her warmth, Her fire, Her passion, but you are scared, so you just watch Her, from a safe distance.

She comes closer, Her hips are swaying, slowly, you gulp. Her eyes lock on yours and you can already feel Her taking over. You lose control. You look back at her, you try to swallow but you can’t. Little drops of sweat appear on your skin. You try to look away, you try to think of something else, but all you can see is Her, the perfect shape of Her body, the long red curls draping over Her shoulders and those eyes, those ever enchanting eyes.

It might feel like a lap dance, She is close, closer than you want Her to be. Your eyes move, down Her body that is. She extends Her hand, reaching for yours. “Dance with Me.” It is not a request and you obey.

She is behind you now, Her fingertips trace your skin, discovering each bit of skin that She has access too. Goosebumps appear on your skin, you feel shivers down your spine and as your knees go weak, She pulls you closer. Her arm is around your waist, tightly, holding you up, holding you were you belong, you close your eyes as you press closer into Her.

She whispers in your ear, Her voice soft, but close … oh so close. You feel dizzy, but She holds you up, She will not let you go, until She wants to. You want to touch Her, but you are scared, so you dance, you feel silly, worthless, compared to Her. She is so graceful, so perfect, so close and yet so far away.

She knows everything, your every thought, your every movement and your feelings, after all … She is the one who applies it, makes you feel it, She is IT. She reaches for your arms, Her fingertips trail down to your hands, moves them up and She places your arms around Her neck. The touch is almost unbearable. Her hot breath dances on your skin, Her mouth moves towards your ear and She whispers, “I enjoy you.”

She lets go of your hands, but you dare not move them, you dare not speak. You move in the same rhythm as Her, let Her guide you, let Her lead you and you are enjoying it. You inhale sharply as Her fingernails trace down your side, you hear Her laugh, it’s a pleasurable laugh, You are entertaining her, you are doing good.

The moment Her nails touch your thigh, you moan. Softly, but it is an unmistakable moan. She chuckles. You want Her touch, there and everywhere, you wish She had ten hands, but soon enough it will feel like She has, when she absorbs you, touches you, tantalizes you.

I cannot tell you what is going to happen next. I cannot tell you what She is going to do, for I am just another moth who needs that Flame, wants to be close to it … look, but don’t touch. I can hear you think, “Her name, what is Her name?” Do you really have to ask? You already know, for She is in your soul, your heart and I am sure, you can feel Her, want Her, need Her … after all … She told you the story …