Dancing with the Darkness

Night fell quickly, like an unwanted blanket to the floor. Darkness crumpled beneath the trees, kneeling in silence. I can smell my lily of the valley perfume rising with the breath of that moment. Chilly breezes tickled the leaves and moonlight glimpses from firm, succulent leaves shone splintered light upon my fingers. I held them up to the shadows and moonlight, over my head, swayed my hips gently and felt the delicious breeze blowing my skirt around my thighs. Passionate music only I could hear... only my body could feel it. My body belongs to night's passion. I call it, Dancing with the Darkness. Only... I thought I was alone. I was not. Night’s fingers tangled my long hair, while I slowly danced. This time of night, my blood burns hot in my body… I can’t really feel the cold. Passion consumes my reservations. I need to feel it all. Everywhere. My favorite tree beckons me with dark wind-waved limbs. No one ever comes to this part of the park, this late. Resistance eludes me as quickly as my normally conservative nature drifts away. Sinking to the cool grass, the firm bark at my back, I recline against the desire that lifts my skirt and guides my fingers between my slightly spread thighs. Bending my knees up, my skirt rides up and settles at my hips. My eyes drink in the night because it fuels me.