The dance
We spin, round and round, his hands around my waist and mine around his neck, I close the gape between our bodies and put my head on his chest, breathing in his sweet smell, the song plays on and I look around as everyone is dancing. I look at him and smile as he smiles down at me. He leans down and I lean up and our lips meet with a passion like none other, sweet and savory, the song ends and so does our kissing, we sit and hold hands till the next slow song.
Jeanette Rose · Sun Jun 17, 2012 @ 02:46am · 0 Comments |