LIKE UNTO LIKE
jenthegypsy
The way she moved intrigued him, with her rolling gait and gentle sway, not practiced like the whores of the harbor towns, but natural and easy. He stopped his story mid-sentence, bottle half raised to his lips, as she began to dance in and out of the fire light, brightly colored fabric swirling about her legs and flitting along tongue's edge of the flame. Lithe brown arms snaked behind her head, then in front, down to silk covered breasts and back up again while slender bejeweled fingers wove words about her in a language that only he could understand.
When she stopped before him, her gold-glinted smile calling to his own, he murmured apologies and left his audience, his story and, quite remarkably, his bottle, to follow her into the shadows.
fini
July 1, 2005 Drabble Challenge: Movement