Remembering Lucretia

She loved to dance before making love. The sensual intimacy of the movements. The touching. The closeness. The magic of the music. She would often call it “A Dance of the Souls”, one that provided stimulation of mind and body ultimately uniting the soul. I never knew such a dance existed until she showed me.

This particular night held many secrets, as the growing darkness was both inviting and seductive. It was only minutes after sunset. Deep shades of orange and red cloaked the sky. Large bluish-gray clouds threatened rain. I watched the design of colors fade and then blend into blackness. Salty scents of the ocean and thunderous waves heightened my senses. The moon traveled languidly through clouds, its shine bouncing off the sea. Then I saw her standing obscured by the misty darkness.

Lucretia. She radiated beauty. Her dark hair glistened under the moonlight. Pure illustrated passion emanated from her eyes. The spicy aroma of her perfume swirled around me. I never once looked away. Lucretia. Even her name held a certain mystery. As she stood there, in perfect unanimity with the growing darkness, her pale skin seemed to glow. She wore a strapless dress, the color of rubies that complimented her long slender legs and accentuated every curve of her body. I remember her playful smile and how it warmed me. I remember how fast my heart started beating when I first saw her. But most of all, I remember the dance.

When our bodies touched for the first time and I wrapped my arms around her, even now, I can still feel her breath on my skin or the depth of her penetrating stare. I held her in my arms and we moved gently to the rhythm of our passion. She moved in closer. I held on tighter. Slowly and sensuously the night unfolded. Rocking back and forth, my hands moved down her back to her soft inviting flesh. She faintly moaned lifting her head off my shoulder. We stopped moving and stared into each other’s eyes. Eyes wide with wanting.

The wind, warm against my skin, started blowing in stronger gusts. Clouds moved in quickly making the moon barely visible in my sight. Lucretia broke free from our embrace and began her own private dance. Her laughter was like music. I watched as her hips fluidly swayed from side to side in slow and very sensuous movements. Her hands traced the outlines of her breasts then traveled down to her waist. The wind lifted her hair off perfect shoulders. Little by little she raised her dress and I got a glimpse of her thighs.

The thunder came loud and explosive followed by spikes of lightning. That’s when her eyes changed. I saw the strength of her passion reflecting back at me. Dark and mysterious. Seductive and dangerous. I was excited. I was scared. But most of all, I wanted Lucretia like I wanted no other woman before. It then started raining and the sky, like my heart, opened up. For the clouds it was the rain, for me it was my love. Lucretia looked even more beautiful as her sexiness pulled me in like the strong and forceful tide. I took her in my arms and we kissed with an urgency I had never known. Rain fell harder as we fell into each other releasing our unbridled passion.

I tasted every part of her that night. I held her close and rocked her gently into orgasmic bliss. We kissed until my lips burned. I was lost in the depth of her beauty. We made love over and over again until our bodies collapsed, spent and exhausted. When I woke the next morning she was gone. There was a note that read:

You are a part of me now. But it’s time for me to go.
I will never forget the dance of our souls
Always and forever
Lucretia

I closed my eyes and silently cried; wondering if this had all been just a dream. My body never knew such pleasure my heart never knew such pain. I could still smell her on my skin and taste her in my mouth. I relived that night and the special dance we shared until it was permanently imprinted on my soul. I ran outside onto the beach. A hazy morning welcomed me. Up ahead in the distance I saw a figure fading in to the thickening fog. I thought it was Lucretia and I ran as fast as my legs would carry me. I ran and ran but got lost in the fog. I screamed out her name praying she would magically appear. What I wouldn’t do for one more kiss.

I never saw Lucretia again, I never loved the way I did that night, and I never danced again.

Love can be so unpredictable. If I had the chance to do it all again, knowing what I know now, I would take Lucretia in my arms and love her like it’s never going to hurt.