Classic...Maestro?

Time finds my head reeling in my own thoughts and I endlessly sit in the "hum" of it all. Perhaps I have struck a chord after all. However, I am not quite sure yet. Where will this lead me? Call me spoiled if you will, but I want things the way I want them and at this point in my life, I am not going to settle because something is "comfortable." Comfort is not enough. Now discomfort is something that I can relate to. Discomfort and uneasy acquisitions are worth having. Last night gave me something to think about...something to seek out and explore.

I gave a good buddy on myspace a call because I KNOW that he is not a bullshitter and will call it as he sees it. Because of his advice, I will think of things on a different level as he had a great point. A point that had not occurred to me. Although the advice goes against my natural being, the point was so well taken that I will have to adjust my way of thinking and being in a drastic manner. The adjustment will require a whole new thought process which I will have to talk myself into as it is VALID. Why should I argue with logic? That would be outright foolish.

Previously my mind was set to "no try before you buy." However, there are flaws in that statement. What happens if I don't take an individual for a test drive? I could be committing to something...to someone who does not fill my sexual needs and that could lead to disaster. Luckily, I have not had a problem in this area before so I have never had to think otherwise.
Give me a dangerous man
A man who will go after what he wants
A man who takes what he wants
A man who does not take "NO" for an answer
A man who will put my funky ass in place
A man who can read my desires and fulfill them
A man who can tell me of his desires and expect fulfillment
A man whose words can cause my mind to stir and my nether regions to saturate
A man who can locate all my buttons
A man who can get past the tough exterior
A man who can hone in on my soft core

Maestro, your orchestra awaits your gesture. Move but a hand and hear the flute, yet another and the strings flow...perhaps the ivory. Great gesture brings about string, woodwind, brass, and percussion in perfect harmony.

The sinuous silhouette of the prima ballerina graces the stage awaiting her cue to flow with the grace of spring water down a mountain side.

Trickling en pointe, the sound of her toe shoes echo silently in her head as the plaster withstands her weight. Poised in pillowed toes seemingly without effort, the satin clad foot rises with the right angle of knee coming to a degree. A pirouette...arm outstretched..the beauty of pearl glazed swan...

Behind the curtain movement occurs, yet she dances unknowingly as she does not see his masked beauty. A figure whose tights show his masculinity is pirate clad in black velvet casement and shoed in leather slippers. The ruffle of his white shirt escapes at his cuffs and collar.

Out of the curtain, he makes a gesture of want, yet she sees him not. Only the maestro can conduct the grace of her step. A mellow cascade of violins allow her to see him. Gallantly, he leaps forward before her...his arms extended. Curiously, she goes before him and extends her leg to his open arm. He lifts and spins her then draws her tight. With one hand, he takes her arm and extends it over her head, while her body follows the arch bending like a willow in the wind. As smooth as fine chocolate, he leans into her and draws her up again. Ah, beautifully conducted!

 ~ Arachne 2/6/07 this was penned before 3:00 p.m.