Microfiction ~ Dancing With Fire

It was late on a Friday evening, and I was sitting at home alone, as usual. Sometimes being an introverted witch can get a little boring. Not often, but it does happen. So, last Friday night, I got tired of blankly staring at Netflix and decided to stir up some lively energy. The first thing I did was turn on a Pandora station which plays a lot of what I like to call “slinky” music. As the sensuous sounds poured out of the speakers, I put on some makeup, fixed my hair, and went into the bedroom, put on my rose quartz pendant, and changed into a flowing dress.

After I was satisfied with how I felt in my own skin, I lit some incense and burned some sage before lighting about ten candles. As the flickering glow filled the room, I began to sway and spin to the music. Hips undulating and arms raised high, everything but the rhythm and candle flames disappeared. Just as I was getting lost in the swirling energy, there was a knock on the door.

Snapping out of my trance-like state, I opened the door. To my surprise, I found myself face to face with one of my neighbors. I’d seen him around in the building and exchanged pleasantries but that was as far as the contact had gone. He said that he remembered what apartment I had told him that I lived in and that he hoped that it was okay that he dropped by. We had talked about going for a cup of coffee sometime, so it wasn’t like I was put off by him. Truth be told, I found him to be quite attractive. There was just something about him.

Swinging the door open wider, I invited him in. As we walked into the living room, he stopped, noticing all of the candles and the music. He asked if he had interrupted something. I laughed nervously, and told him that this was how introverts entertained ourselves. When he raised an eyebrow questioningly, I explained to him that I had been dancing by myself. Talk about feeling lame. Next thing I knew, I found myself being taken into his arms.

Our eyes locked and we began swaying to the music. Before long I found my body melting into his. He pulled me closer, and as I looked up into his eyes he lowered his head and kissed me. This was the kind of kiss that you can feel clear down into your toes. He pulled his head back and looked at me, his eyes asking me if it was okay. In reply, I wrapped my arms around his neck and drew him back down for another kiss. He said that he felt almost like he was under some kind of spell, that what was happening between us made him feel like he was in a waking dream.

Witch’s honor, I had not cast any spells. I had simply raised the energy for my own entertainment and empowerment. Lately, I had been feeling sort of flat and this had been my attempt to change that. Wow, did it ever work. Before I could think any further, I found myself being spun around for yet another sensual dance, our hips moving in unison. After who knows how many more times we had kissed, the air was sparking with intense energy. He had obviously felt it too, because after one more burning kiss, he took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom.

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