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Puissance

  • May 15
  • 1 min read

As you stretch one arm up in the air, the other side of your body immediately responds by offering a graceful and meandering line, composed of pointed toe, hip sway, and shoulder dip, over and over again until a rhythmic conversation between your two sides develop. While they dialogue, your knees become curious, one at a time opining with gentle jabs in various directions. As the tempo increases, along with intensifying synths, your movements proliferate, thighs shake, arms come out wide with palms turned upward to receive the divine. Your chest pulsates to the rhythm of summers gone wild and children running free. Space is beckoning you! Pour into it the entirety of your being; your fears, untendered promises, your most erotic desires. Let this be your song. Let the ecstatic nourish you. And when the edges of your own exhaustion begin to turn upon you, from one unrelenting day after another, hold it. Feel it. Keep your arms stretched out, for the heavens will soon drop the beat. And when it does, when that unmistakable bass comes in, along with a melody so striking and encompassing, then, you can truly begin to dance.

 
 
 

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