Remember that First real dance? I mean, firt REAL dance? I remember. she was tall, brunett, blue eyes. She knew, I was young, knew nothing about women she knew about dance. El Toro. Slow song. Late night. She, dark, tall, moderately drunk, very sensual. Me? Young, slightly drunk. The dance? I asked, finally. She smiled. the music started. She floated over to me, then closer. Then? She smiled and her head moved to my shoulders, her hips to mine... the music, the dreams, the moment......the dance. After, she floated away. To this day, I remember the dance...and still wonder who she was.
Posted on: Fri, 18 Oct 2013 04:14:59 +0000
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