White Marble Tiles

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In the darkly lit hall, candles cascade tiny golden beams of light across white marble tiles. The music pounds in a reverberating rhythm of pulses and echoes as they dance to the beat of their hearts. The man, clad in tight black leather pants and a button down, black jean jacket, clasps his lady tightly to his brass buttoned chest. She, the woman temptress, dances in flashes of purple and black lace skirts with a white corset to match the lightning flashes of her heels upon the marble.2

Piano crescendos with a back lit serenade of loud bass and spanish guitar as they dance with stomping boots and heels then follow up each other's bodies with rushed hands. She gasps out with her long dark curls cascading down her back as his hands catch her thigh and her back as she is swung down toward the ground. Helpless in his grasp, she takes hold of his jacket collar right below the ruffles of his white blouse and the other hand pressed to his thigh. He kneels down with her back sliding up to his hip, while his hands travel from her shoulders down her heaving breasts to her hips. The other rests down on the hard surface, cradling her head of long, shining, copper curls that splay out across the white tile in a luminously dark crown. Her creamy skin shines with a powerful glow of mystery and strength as her closed eyes turn toward him with a tiger's passion of fiery gold. She knew what he wanted and she knew that he would have to fight to win her. His own icy blue gaze competes to overpower the tiger as the dance turns from emotional to physical once more. His own knowledge of her fight would be won over as they had played this game before.3

He leaps into the air with large hands about her slender waist as she is lifted into the air. Skirts fly up in the air like the wings of a mighty royal falcon as the dark crown drops to her shoulders and she is swooped down to the ground before her mighty Lionheart. His long shouldered waves of golden brown hair and fair skin give respect and praise to the mane of the man. With strong chiseled features, like that of a renaissance man, gives her dancer the look of a warrior rather than a lover. Their flying hands, sly looks to each other and sudden grasps pull each other into a deeper, more progressed, dance and love. Her powerful dance of desire is matched by his own passionate warrior stance that battles her blade for blade... 4

Sweating mingling; locks of hair fly up like the feathers of the competing falcon and fur of the lion, the matched hungered gaze challenges the tiger and ocean blue portals of soul. He dips her, she twirls away then comes back to him with teases of her own as her skirts fly high and her hips sway. Her arms travel up and down his chiseled muscles as his own fingers trespass across her every curve before their dance was to end. 5

As the music dies, the room falls suddenly deathly silent, only the sound of warm lustful breath exhales upon her cheek and his cheek as they rest in each other's lovingly aggressive grasp. 6

She looks into his eyes...7

As only the sound of his boots tap upon the slated stone, he sweeps her up into his arms and walks back to their room to finish their dance  alone... together.8