Ballerina

Motionless, she rests. Head dipped, limbs poised.
A metal butterfly. 

The stick falls. A melody sparks.

Her heart ignites.

The flame caresses, flickering upward. Tantalising. Pure charm.

Radiating, melting, bubbling... An orb of molten lava.

The music burns brighter. Hypnotising. The notes white hot, their call irresistible. Wicked seduction.

She is an arched bow. A crouching lioness.

The blaze crackles and the night explodes.

Release.

A quiver of tulle, a flash of lace, she bursts free at last. Raw power. Excruciating poise.

An arm arches, her head dips. A leg kicks, her waist folds.

A seed on fire. Insatiable. 

She is hunger and thirst, need and desire.

The song erupts. Enthralling, consuming, a dancing inferno. Wild harmonies swirling. Fiery dragons intertwine.

Her body raw from the clawing within, she soars.
Wings of power and grace. All syrup and steel.

She transcends, human needs forgotten. Nymph. Angel. Goddess.

Time, ephemeral. Beauty, eternal.

Slowly, the flames begin their retreat. A gradual diminuendo.

She is the dying sun, the last ruby rays before dusk.

The final note relinquishes its spark. It falls to the cinders...

She comes to rest. The crescent moon in a velvet sky.

...and all is silent once more.

Serenity. Perfection.