Clouds of heady incense fill the room, the curling smoke lapping against the flesh.  A low bassline rumbles through the floor as a woman's voice sings to the angels of love.  The breath fills the belly and the chest, deeply inhaling of the universal energy current which is there for all to swim in.  The sparkling air fills me, invigorates me, and ripples through the body, alighting the glistening skin.  A wailing violin courses through my veins, and the energy flows out my arms which create a mysterious sine wave, snaking through the incense.  The bass brings one hip to roll and another, arcing my hips into a hypnotic figure eight. 

Visions of ancient temples begin to overlay the tackily-posh living room and makeshift hookah lounge where I dance.  The last long rays of the daylight  duskily illuminate the sand, and I step out onto the portico around my temple, and give farewell for the day to the Mighty Sun, by offering Him a dance to kiss Him Goodnight.  My bare feet sink a little into the sand as I settle myself firmly upon Her, she who is Mother to all.  With each crescendo of the violin, my body rolls a wave of energy upwards in gratitude, love rising from my feet and bursting upward from my heart, the flow of the Eternal coursing through my veins.  My beautiful round hips languidly slide, and then burst into a flurry of shimmies.  Visions overlay upon myself as well - ancient priestess embodying the Goddess in prayerful dance, holy dance.  She who is Love, incarnate, enters my body, and my body moves according to Her wishes.  Through me, She kisses her lover in the sky.

The endorphins work their magic, my sweating body's heart rate racing them to every nerve in my body.  My flesh tingles, and feels so very alive, prickly and delicious with the passion of the dance.  The Goddess and I are one when I dance.

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