Sublime Abandon
As the roomfull of people watched, holding their drinks and looking over the appetizer tables, she looked at them from under long-lashed sky blue eyes. She attracted attention and she knew it. She wore a dress that looked about as big as a band aid, light pink and very feminine.
Throwing her head back, she laughed and twirled to the music coming from the old seventies song in the livingroom. She danced with sublime abandon, not caring if anyone watched or not. She knew they were all watching her. With a wink and a toss of her head, she giggled and bent back at the waist, with her teeny dress on. Her light-blonde curls swirled and bounced along with her, lights catching the different hues of her beautiful hair.
All eyes were on her; this was no ordinary get together. This had some fine entertainment and they were spellbound, watching the inpromptu show. She knew she had them enthralled by her and reveled in the feeling. She danced alone, though with a flick of a finger, she knew she could have any one of them.
She preferred dancing alone, having the entire floor in the middle to herself; knowing that she was again the center of attention. Prancing to a particular part of the song, she kicked her leg up way too high and the dress rode up to her waist; what there was of it anyways. Uncaring, she did another twirl, gave everyone a quick pout and laughed again.
As the song wound down, so did she and with one more slow twirl and a leg-kick, she sank to the floor. No blushing for her. She knew what affect she had on everyone and loved every minute of it.
But it was over. "Time for bed, honey, it's past your bedtime." her Mother said. She waved and blew kisses to those around her, knowing they were still watching. The little twirler, the dancer, the most flirtatious one in the room was only four years old.
mn - 2007


Comments: 13
Rob, I think you ought to tell people that you do dance with sublime abandon!