Rather lately, I've taken somewhat of an interest in belly dance, as I find it to be vastly feminine, graceful and sensual. Also, I have always loved to sway and undulate my hips as the rhythm flows over my body. Being that we don't have a dance studio in this area or a private instructor that I've been able to locate, I'm teaching myself via various online material and instructional videos. Learning to isolate the different muscle groups has actually been fun, in this weird sort of way, of course. I have yet to purchase a costume, though in truth, I very well may not, as I don't really fancy 'em. Well, I suppose some are okay, but most that I have viewed appear to be gaudy. Some of the individual pieces are nice. Maybe I'll mix and match until I get something I like. In any event, I've never been one to apply the word sexy to myself, but when I dance, I feel incredibly sexy, as if the dance was designed specifically for my body. It makes me feel as if Helen of Troy and her jewels pale in comparison. Whenever I get around to getting married, I intend to dance for my husband. If I close my eyes, I can visualize it now. I'll wear a red chiffon layered/panelled skirt with a red top with a draped neckline. I won't bother with shoes and I'll let my hair tumble freely down my back. My husband will be comfortably reclined on our bed, propped up by a mound of pillows, his gaze never leaving my body as it seduces his own. At this point, I'll stop, as I'm a very fanciful individual. Okay. I'm off to dance now.
