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.”

Short Story: Wolf Mate and She Wolf

Wolf Mate and She Wolf© 2008

It’s been a long hunt for my Wolf Mate
and I, a very long day of sniffing out pray.
The deer have learned well to stand quite
so we pass them by, I am thankful rabbit has
not learned their trick or the young pups wouldn’t have food tonight. We had to travel
much further today for food then yesterday.

My Wolf Mate and I have been running
long and hard to get back to the den.
The pups have water from the snow,
but hunger may make them wonder
away from the cave and they are too
young to go off to far yet.

We see the den high up in the twilight
as we come over the knoll. My Wolf Mate and I are
relieved, yet we speed up though we are tired.
Closing in on the den we hear the welcome whining
of the pups, see their black noses peeking out.
As we come to the opening the pups run to us
jumping and licking us and butting our heads,
happy to have us home. Dropping the rabbits,
my mate and I compliment them on their good
behavior of not leaving the den with out us near.

My Wolf Mate and I give the head nod to the pups to
eat, as we tear one open at the belly for them. The
other, Mate and I eat with great vigor. When we
are done, my Wolf Mate and I lick the pups clean, soon
now they will do this with each other, as Wolf Mate and I
do for each other. Wolf Mate and I tell the pups it’s time
to curl up in back of the den with us in the back of
the den, next to the wall. We are tired after the hunt
for we had to travel far to find food. In we yelp to
the pups if you want to hear of the hunt. Inside we
curl around them and Wolf Mate starts his tale of our
day away from them, as I, She Wolf wonder how far
we will have to journey tomorrow for food. It might
be time to move the pups to a new den closer to where
we are having to travel for food. I will speak of this to

Wolf Mate tomorrow, now it is time to sleep…..

The Art of Blooming A Rose Pink
© 2006 All Rights Reserved
CreativeVibes



The object is a ROSE. Not just any ROSE! The most beautiful, special budding
ROSE! I will fill the canvas from side to side, to view from all directions. It to beseen, not to hide. Every angle, every curve, not all perfect, some curled, some straight, some just turned under just so, the light to reflect the beauty, the colors from the darkest, to
the faintest of the lightest, to be the most perfect color.

The color that I choose for this most special rose is PINK. From the darkest to
the lightest the color will flow, to shimmer, to electrify, to project the most beautiful angelic glow. The stem from upon which the bud is held, will be that of a vineing intertwining, stem, interlacing leaves of Celtic green, many thorns along it, sharply pointed to help protect this bud from bites, toxic waste of spittle which would deteriorate the buds petals.

Sunshine rays of warmest sun, shining down surrounding, soft rains falling, penetrating the ground around; is what this blooming bud needs. For the bud to suck up through its stem and roots all the nourishment it will need.
The breeze, on which fairy’s voices softly singing encouragements of loves sweet songs to fill this buds stem and each precious petal with a different nourishment to capture.

To make the most brilliant ROSE PINK, of the brightest, warmest, most electrifying PINKS to ever be experienced. This is for what I strive to portray upon this blank canvas that is mine to fulfill, a vision from within my minds eye.