Raven Haired Muse – An adventure in erotica
I peered around the corner into the foyer, still wondering where that beautiful music was coming from. Such a haunting melody, so mystic and yet mischievous, it seemed to reach inside me, pierce my soul and pull me inexorably forward… I ran lightly down the steps to the main reception area, my bare feet silent on the marble, hair lightly caressing my naked body as it streamed out behind me, the train of a beautiful goddess carried by her windy servants. I reach the Main Aisle doors and fling them wide with an energy and passion I suddenly cannot explain. The music is there. She is there.
She is naked on the stage, rich raven hair cascading in tender waves down her beautifully muscled back, falling to graze the top of her firm, yet soft buttocks. Back arching, she is bent over the piano, her hands expertly caressing the keys, softly stroking out the sounds of ecstasy my body longs to resonate with. I waft down the aisle in speechless euphoria, a goddess blown toward her lover by those same windy cherubs… her beauty in the soft rose spotlight seals my voice and stops my thought… all the world ceases to exist, leaving only this moment. I climb the stairs and step onto the apron of the stage, completely enraptured and enthralled by this Raven Haired Muse…
She pauses, and the sudden cessation of sound is an exquisite torture which brings me almost to my knees… she turns her head slightly and coyly beckons me to her with a few trembling notes. I stumble toward her, intoxicated by her presence, and she confidently returns to the music… her eyes closed, she lovingly weaves a symphony of cascades crescendos harmonies melodies beautiful pure sweet ringing sounds which pierce straight through my heart, flowing with the very essence of my soul. I sit behind her, my legs embracing her hips, our bodies entwined nipples grazing her olive shoulder blades hair mingling in a waterfall of feather-soft colors… my eyes lidded with heady pleasure, hands tenderly tracing the elegant strong line of her collar bones, her shoulder blades… the curve of her spine… the arch of her neck… they dance over the warm skin of her body, touching caressing stroking… her navel, her breasts, her thighs her arms her ears her eyelids her hair her lips her her her…
The tones resonate through her hands up her arms, into my fingers my arms my body, like electric ecstasy it paralyzes me, resounding in my flesh and making my hair stand on end, as if straining to release this energy before it incinerates me… the longing the pain the pleasure the anticipation - suddenly they are all one, and I am spinning in an endless sea of sound and color and beauty… I desperately grasp her shoulders and cling to her, moaning with terror and longing as she presses back into my body, her head arching over my shoulder with the ecstasy of our symphony, our bodies electrified, blurring the border where she ends and I begin… with controlled frenzy, she teases and strokes the keys, coaxing and commanding the music to a crescendo of dizzying and terrifying height, and I fly with her to its peak and we stand dancing on a precipice of pleasure so intense my mind cannot fathom its height wildly twisting turning flailing writhing thrashing our bodies with desperation, yearning both to release and restrain the terrible trembling tidal wave of orgasmic ecstasy which threatens to engulf us both…
She turns in my arms, embracing me with all the passionate intensity of our musical rapport… our bodies entwined completely, skin crawling with longing for the heat of each other’s flesh, we vibrate with passion and sound and longing… our minds still dance upon the crest of that wave and she reaches for my lips… her kiss, the most light, soft, sweet velvet crimson wet crushing tender of brushes, brings us up, up, up, over the top... to come crashing down together, releasing the vast tidal surges of heat yearning passion ecstasy orgasm that are sure to melt us in their intensity… We fall into each other, trembling with perfect release and wallow in the languor which our blissful harmony has created.
As our breath slows to a single rhythm, our eyes meet and I know with startling certainty that I will never be without those piercing blue-green eyes again. “My muse” I whisper, and she smiles… and kisses me again.
By Kate Sassoon
