She Will Fly

Something happened to me.

I can’t explain it.

It was…

I don’t think I can do it justice with words.

Or gestures, or anything else for that matter.

It wasn’t an orgasm.

It wasn’t just an orgasm.

It was so much more.

It was like….

dancing.

Dancing to the rhythm of a fiddler.

And the fiddler goes faster.

And the pace picks up and you dance until your legs burn and your feet bleed.

But you keep dancing.

Dancing under the moonlight.

Until the night explodes.

Before your eyes.

And your body turns…

into a million butterflies.

Starlight in your eyes.

No sound but static in your ears.

Body throbbing.

You can’t move.

But you don’t need to.

You’re flying.

And that’s what you need to do.

Because you were born to fly.

Jilly Boyd was Born To Fly.

And She Will Fly.

She will soar.

Her heart is full and her body is bursting.

And it is beautiful.

 

 

Leave a comment

Whisper to me

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: