A little creative writing I did today, thanks for the inspiration of a friend. Certain things have more meaning to me than most others... a cabin porch in the mountains, a walk on the sea shore and slow dancing in a dimly lit high school gym. Our intertwined fingers fall to our sides as I step in closer and kiss your forehead, my lips barely touching your flesh. You lean in and lay your head upon my shoulder. The music plays and we begin to sway back and forth to the beat of the tune. Our fingers untangle and we take the more traditional stance for the dance with my right hand in the small of your back and my left hold your right slightly away from our bodies. Our chests press next to each other and our legs are now that part of our bodies that work their way around the floor with our knees and thighs brushing one another rhythmically. Our hearts pounding with the quiet restraint of emotions swelling and yes, even a little anxiety. The music stops but it takes a couple more steps for us to realize it did. Not wanting to pull away, we just stand there in loving embrace until the next song begins... I hope it is another slow one. This blast from the past was brought to you by THE HASSARD ZONE ;)
Posted on: Sat, 26 Jul 2014 21:32:50 +0000
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