His Awamening Fan Dance

His Awaking Fan Dance

Charlie had been sitting by the fire an hour
waiting for her to show up. The light of the
fire and warmth made this normally cold
feeling room seem so sensual and inviting
to him.
“Where is she?” “She has to come.” Maybe
she really was a figment of his imagination.”

He laughs to himself as he realizes she has him
thinking out loud. “Any one would be talking to
themselves!” A woman shows up in your room
and flits around like a plucked feather from
room to room, teasing the hell out of you, yet
questioning you as she does tease. “No, it was
a dream, I’m sure of it.”

Easing down into the chair getting more
comfortable his senses perk up. The smell of
sweet musk, a glimmer of leg and arm pass
before him. A teasing giggle on the air.

“Rose, is that you?” “Come sit here with me.”
“Please.” He sees a silken dress before him,
so thin like it could never hide any of what it
was to be covering. A budding full bosom he
could see, nipples of pink buds. Her behind a
perfect shaped heart to fill each hand, a navel
adorned with a turquoise dangle, and thighs
slim, strong, shapely calves to ankles delicate,
as the tiny feet they extended from. Her venus
he opened his eyes a little more to take it in.Was it naked? No, can’t be.
Then just as he thought he could see, she giggled
and fluffed the skirt of the delicate material, and
the material was not penetrable with his eyes.
“What to hell!”
“Rose, what are you?”
“Are you real?”
“Why have you decided to drop in on me and
harass me like this?” “Tease me, delight me,bring my brain alive with newness of the
curiosities of the questions you hounded me
with last night?”
Rose sits down between his legs on the floor
throwing her dark hair covered head back
looking up at him with a sweet teasing smile.
Her arms were wrapped and holding each leg.

You called me to you. I could not of come. You need
me now and I am here for you.
She squeezed his leg tenderly.
“Did you not have fun last night?” “Didn’t you sleep
better then you ever have in years?” “Do I feel like
an illusion, Charlie?” “Look how excited and impatient
you were waiting for me, afraid I wasn’t coming, just an
illusion in your mind.”

“Charlie, I am what you need, desire for.” “You are sowhat I needed to!” Delighted little giggles explode from
her little perfect rose bud lips.
She jumps up and starts flitting about the room as she had
done the night before. Now and then it seemed the dress
would give way to naked illusions. Titillating, exciting,
and so much more then he had felt in long time.

He couldn’t decide if she was child or woman though.
She was a handful, such pleasant one for sure.
Rose made him want to write, she made him think of poetic
prose to write. Sonnets, erotic lavish poetry was filling his head.
Rose, was making him feel alive again, not just as a man, but
his poetic side was awakening again.

Rose flung herself onto his lap and touched his lips with a very
passionate, fully sexual womanly kiss. He went with it totally.She pulled away and whispered in his ear sweetly as she hugged
his neck, and stroked it with gentle loving fingers.
“Charlie, do you know who and what I am now?”
“Yes, Rose.” His hands pull her to him as he strokes her back.
She lies her head on his shoulder with such s beguiling smile
on her lips.
“Say it Charlie,” she whispers.
“You, my Rose, are my very own personal muse.” “We will make
such poetry visions together.”
“My Rose, my muse.”