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just different 2 min read 280 views Apr 11, 2015

Naked

He was a dancer. Grace such as the letter "S". A master of his craft.
I watched him,
I gazed as he invited every woman in the room,
With his eyes and his mechanisms.
His Merengue stimulated each pearl that gave way,
Gave way to his intentions of rhythmic 4play.
He teased.

Demanding my mental to defy gravity,
I was high.
A perfectly melodic dance managed to invade my space.
Becoming insecure, I looked away, but 
He stripped away my inhibitions,
As he dipped my vulnerable body,
Only to return it to his atmosphere.
The dancer defied my concerns.
He desired me naked 

His Waltz warned me of the chains,
The chains I, for so long, had been unable to abandon.
I was indebted,
Obligation made way for me to,
Loose those weighted chains.

Naked.

His Indonesian Tribal irrationalized the insecurity,
The insecurity that clouded my mirror image.
I owed him freedom,
Because he recognized mine.
Like the rays of the sun
Cuffed in bare, vulnerable hands,
I was compelled to,
Loose inappropriate insecurities.

Naked.

His Finnish Folk dance fabricated the fear,
The fear that made it impossible for me to love.
As he twirled my fantasies across the ballroom floor,
His fabrications illustrated to me,
The irrelevance of my fears.
And like the green grass in September,
I loosed fallacies,
Better known to me as fears.

Naked.

His Philippine Kinaransa pinpointed the pain,
All of the pain that had maimed and damaged the future me.
Each three count,
Then four
Personified his action plan for me.
The pain, the pain that had dwelled within me I, loosed upon that ballroom floor.

Naked.

A new creation.
Free from all of the strongholds.
The barrens.
The battles.

The burdens.
I danced naked across the ballroom floor.
Soul was lost and life maimed her.
By no means was he my Lord and Savior,
But he saved her.
We began to run through jet black sand.
We danced.
Danced rough.
Danced soft.
The entire universe watched.
In a state of freedom,
Nothing confined my self-awareness.
Naked.
Exposed.
Unashamed
Unapologetic, Unchained
I then knew my identity by way of the dancer when he uncovered me.
And I was,
Beautiful.

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Great write... Thanks for sharing

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