Ode To The Pregnant Woman In A Red Dress Dancing In The New Year With Her Lover
Ah…you, something to see, in black knee-high boots, spiked heels and all, swaying to the beat, the epitome of hot-mama. You, slinky red clinging to your baby bump as you twist closer to your lover. You exchange joyful smiles. Exuberant. His strong hands stroke your rounded belly, use it to guide you closer, before you spin and shimmy just out of reach—suspended in the music, in the movement, in the moment.
It will not be long now before the waters break. New life moving from belly to breast. When the moment comes, sweet mother-to-be, remember the dance. Embrace desire. Press yourself against your lover, grind your hips to his, pull his fingers to your skin and let them play. Creation is creation. And you have made partners of each other, so dance.
