“No Demands” by Vasenoir

No demands, my love. That’s all I ask of you, it’s isn’t much—is it? No demands; free heart, free mind, free flesh, free soul.I know it isn’t love any other way, I know it isn’t love like this. Not controlling, merely owning, a dancer who forgets the steps and prances to the beat of her own drummer, a drummer who cares enough to match the whirl of stilettos with drumsticks,
who believes in an evolution of independent devotion.

Why must the song be one of sorrow? Why must the dance beone of lament? It’s the mourning of a broken Spaniard heart—of a guitar. I love you, but my tongue refuses to comply, the words refuse to come, the strings refuse to speak for me. I love you, fear you, want you, flee. Liberate me in this; listen to the whirl of my skirts, my feminine wiles, my golden bangles. And then in which ecstasy, which dance, which enchantment, will you care to join me despite all this?

~Angreek87