10 February 2016

Our Slow Dance

The other afternoon you took my hand, wrapped your arm around my waist and drew me towards you. I looked up at you, my cheeks surely turning pink, and watched as a shy smile appeared on your face. Are you dancing with me? I asked with happiness drenching my words. You spun me around several times and when I told you I was a little dizzy you held me even closer and whispered that it was okay. You started to move, slowly, leaving my body no other glorious choice but to follow your lead as our bodies moved in sync to nothing but the silence of our living room and our soft breathing.

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