The Feline's Pride

[Batesblogger]

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 reminiscent 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 existent.

Silvered ice parts his flesh,
a waterfall flowing through warm and rocky ledges.
Leaping tongues spiral and crawl
incandescent 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.

[Skillian]

This one too! Awesome.

[Royal000]

Another one I just thought of was one called A Soldier's Story, it was from The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly. It was in the scene where Eli Wallach was getting the crap beat out of him in the Union prison. Where that one guy was playing the violin and the prison guard told him to play with more feeling,
you could see the emotion in the violin players face. That is one sad song.





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adil