my "Marie Antionette's" court...erotic

(danceviewtimes- Leigh Witchel)

i came across this image and with immediate effect it captured me ...

magical,

 beautiful, 

intricate, 

challenging. 

What was it that had me going back to it, over and over. 

What was it that stirred a deep like of what i saw. 

Is this the part of me that knows to make others uncomfortable for it knows to arouse a sensual erotica within?
How passionate that grip, the strength of limbs lithe and firm. 

A dress code fit for Marie Antoinette's court where the majestic knew to dance and dance. 

Where cake be eaten and passions flared . 

Where lovers indulged and games of intrigue and deceit knew to unravel many a state. 

Where the court jester, in his playful nonsensical stupidity ruled the minds of less wise and intelligent. 

Oh those corsets knew to hold a body tight...

bursting to surrender to a touch burning, wanting , demanding...!

When searing be the gaze and the grip leading...the swerve of a body led in a dance possessive. 

How can i help myself from gazing at the 'richness' of those limbs... 

that manliness so bejewelled in a sack of encrusted glitter.
Now the will to dance with them to be part of their court ...

to wear shoes so fancy and be so strong of limb and demanding of grip. 

How i would love to be a part of that dance.

How i would love to be so graceful in my art of dance

portraying a space in time

and capturing the imagination

of 

another like me.

RB