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MY SECRET AT MUSIC ON THE HILL

By July 26, 2017August 28th, 2020No Comments
MY LIPS ARE PUCKERED UP LIKE DUCK LIPS.  MY HAIR SWAYS BACK AND FORTH MIMICKING MY HIPS.  MY EYES ARE SULTRY BEDROOM EYES. THIS IS NOT MARILYN MONROE IN “DIAMONDS ARE A GIRL’S BEST FRIEND”.   THIS IS JUST ME! MY IMAGINATION RUNS WILD WHEN I DANCE.  I VISUALIZE MYSELF MOVING LIKE A CHARACTER IN A MOVIE – BUT THIS IS A SECRET. PLEASE DON’T TELL ANYONE THAT I GO INTO THIS TRANCE.  MUSIC ON THE HILL IN SANTA FE IS THE PERFECT STAGE FOR ME TO FALL INTO MY TRANCE-LIKE DANCE STATE. I LOOK AROUND AND I CAN SEE THAT I’M NOT THE ONLY ONE FEELING THE MUSIC, TWISTING, TWIRLING AND MAKING SEXY FACES. IT SEEMS TO ME THAT THE PEOPLE AROUND ME ARE INTO THEIR OWN TRANCE-LIKE DANCE.

OHHH, YEAAHHH. THEY START PLAYING A BRAZILIAN SAMBA, ONE OF MY FAVORITE RHYTHMS! HERE I COME TO DANCE!! AS I WALK OUT TO THE DANCE AREA, I TRANSFORM INTO A CARIOCA BRAZILIAN DANCER. I DON MY BEAUTIFULLY EMBELLISHED COSTUME WITH FEATHERS COMING OUT OF MY HEADDRESS AND MY ASS! I DON’T CARE IF I POKE SOMEBODY’S EYE WITH THEM. ALL OF US IN THE DANCE AREA ARE TWISTING AND WRITHING IN OUR OWN ECSTASY. THE AFTERNOON IS STUNNING. AND BY STUNNING I MEAN A TYPICAL SUNSET IN SANTA FE –  LITTLE BITS OF BLUES AND PINKS FILTERING THROUGH THE RAYS OF SUNLIGHT.  IT’S SO DAMN BEAUTIFUL THAT IT’S CHEESY! ON THESE DANCE DAYS WE ALL LOVE EACH OTHER, CALL EACH OTHER “SWEETIE,” “DARLING,” AND “BABY”.  NOW THE BRAZILIAN MUSIC CHANGES TO A CLASSIC SONG FROM THE 70’S, AQUARIUS…….AQUARIUSSSSS!!

I REMEMBER WHEN I ARRIVED IN THE US IN THE 70’S, PEOPLE WOULD DANCE TO ALL THE PEACE LOVIN’, GROOVY TUNES.  BACK THEN I WAS SCANDALIZED THAT WOMEN WOULD BE BRALESS.  THEIR BREASTS WOULD MOVE UP, DOWN, AND ALL OVER AROUND. AND MEN DIDN’T EVEN WEAR UNDERWEAR! THIS WAS NOT THE TIME FOR VICTORIA’S SECRET AND DEFINITELY NOT THE TIME FOR STILETTOS.  TODAY MOST OF US ARE DANCING BAREFOOT, FEELING THE GRASS IN BETWEEN OUR TOES AND LETTING OUR IMAGINATION HAVE US BELIEVE THAT WE ARE A REINCARNATED COMBINATION OF MARILYN MONROE AND FREE SPIRITED SEX FIEND FROM THE 70’S.

I FEEL RAINDROPS.  IT’S TIME FOR ME TO LEAVE. AS I WALK TOWARD MY FRIENDS, I LEAVE A TRAIL OF MY IMAGINATION OF CHARACTERS BEHIND ME. I’M SHARING THIS SECRET WITH YOU BECAUSE I KNOW MY SECRET IS SAFE WITH YOU!!!

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