The Proverbial War

Colt looked around completely at a loss as to what was going on.

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I glanced through the palm fronds at my man. He looked like a lost puppy unsure of his surroundings and my heart squeezed tenderly at the sight of it.

I could do this. I could do anything for this man, but what I was about to do was out of the comfort zone for me.

I remembered my past and what I had freely given away of myself in front of photographers and rolling cameras. Resolve firmed within me to wash away what had been, with what was now.

I was going to bless my husband. He deserved it just as he deserved all of me and whatever creative potential I possessed. I snapped my fingers sharply as I stepped forward into the clearing and the invisible drummers out of sight of the hidden clearing began their heavy tempo drum beats.

As the drumbeats rolled so did my hips in an ancient rhythm that I had learned as a girl from watching my mother dance. My hands lifted above my head as I moved in the dance that I seemed to remember without conscious recollection of any kind.

The tempo increased and my hips moved faster. As I sinuously shook in time to the beat I let my eyes raise coyly to take in Colt. He was staring at me completely enraptured and I felt something unleash inside of me at the knowledge of how well I had seduced my husband.

He deserved everything I could give or flaunt of my body, which was now just for his enjoyment. He'd not looked at the native girls out of respect for me, but he looked at me now with a hunger that was real and thrilling to behold.

I crooked a finger at him beckoningly as my hips continued to shake rhythmically and he rose to his feet and took a hesitant step toward me. The look on his face clearly said that he was experiencing one of the best moments of his life, which only empowered me to please him more.

I closed the distance to him twirling softly as my bare feet made their way across the woven rugs to him. At last I was before him and looking up into his eyes I lifted the flower lei necklace from around my neck, which was my only covering and placed it around his neck.

In a coquettish manner I asked, "You like your island girl?"

"I like!" He said gutturally and I grinned broadly at the sight of how overwhelmed he was by me.

His hands stilled the beat of my hips and my arms closed around his neck even as our lips melded together in a kiss that was unlike any other. The drums continued on providing a fitting tempo for the rapid beats of our hearts.