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.