I remember how I felt when we first kissed. Something else had suddenly taken over me. I knew I should stop touching you, but I couldn’t. I was powerless. Spellbound.
It was so gentle and passionate. When our lips finally parted from each other’s, only one thought came to mind…
I wanted to dance with you. At that very moment. Crazy, right?
Not bumping and grinding or whining to a slow beat. But your arms wrapped around me, holding me close, just moving. Swaying. Rocking to the beat of our souls. The kind of dancing that only required me closing my eyes and being engulfed in your scent. There would be nothing but the sound of our exhales, so we didn’t need music. All we needed was us.
Organic closeness. Simplistic intimacy.
I wanted to dance with you.
Kudos…..i like
Thanks for reading!!
Aww….
*Snap* *Snap* *Snap* *Snap*…..That was great!!!
You know where I stand on this.
I see you Lisha! You’ve got relevance in your words and that is so refreshing. Keep up the good work!
Hey Pooh!! Thanks for reading. I appreciate the response. I may need to holler at you about some design stuff.