The Gypsy Dance.....(Erotic Warning) Inhaling deeply she prepares for the dance, moving around the pit. Cheeks flushing a crimson hue of excitement, swaying her hips sensually back and forth showing her sexual desire. Butterflies fill her belly, passion burns inside of her as she takes her place in front of the pole. In her chocolate orbs she sees not a pole but the handsome, strong man of her dreams, the one she hopes to win this very night. Arms lift high above her head. Hips begin to move seductively. Bracelets flicker from the fires. Deep brown eyes twinkle. Parts full red lips like a child tasting forbidden fruit. Shudders wash in tingling spirals as his dark appraising eyes assess that which she offers. Body yields to his powerful presence with a tremor, growing bolder, she rakes long tapered nails along the length of the pole. Heart throbs wildly beneath her glistening breasts., flashing him a taunting smile. Wild eyes widen allowing him to search deep within their depths, to see in to her very soul. She throws herself to the sand in a cry of need...bareing all for him to see. A slender back arches with a gentle curve, her tantalizing bottom wiggling high in the air, flat belly low against the ground. Head arches back, rhythm builds, milky white thighs spread wide, the flower of her passion glistening in the firelight. Inner thighs moist, the breeze kissing her supple skin, writhing and whimpering at the base of the pole. Rises obediently to delicate feet, long raven curls tumble across ivory shoulders. The dance becomes urgent as her lust stirs, fingers digging wildly in to the pole, feeling his presence close. Twirling her body around letting her fingers run through the back of her soft hair, showing her desires and wants through her begging eyes as her hands roam up and down her body. Letting her fingers draw down, brushing the petals, feeling the wetness, held by his commanding gaze, compelled by the touch. Hips swirl softly, her hands become his hands. Fingertips grazing the outline of her swelling breasts, the fire of her desires shines in her eyes as they gaze into his face. Foot dragging softly along the line of her calf, eyes aflame with desire. She presses the length of her needful body against the pole, Him, He and the pole become as one...there is only him, only her deep rooted desire to be pleasing as she trails sweet kisses over it...wrapping a long leg around it, enticing it as the toes of her other foot dig deep into the cool sand of the night. Intense emotions rush through her, spreading like the wildest of fires. Her entire being tortured with the need for him, begging for his touch. Falling to her hands and knees, she lifts her tantalizing buttocks invitingly up in the air. Her nipples leave a trail in the sand as she inches closer. The nectar of her desire streaming down her thighs, breathing in the scent of her own arousal as she slithers around his feet. She cries out like a wounded animal as she presses a silken cheek against his boot, dainty hands clasped around his hard, muscled calf, sultry red lips part as a soft whisper fills the night air., "The gypsy begs with all that she holds sacred to the very pits of her soul, take her, make her yours and bend her will to yours." Shimmering eyes beg in mute appeal for his possession as she awaits his reply.