April 8, 2013

• dancing

  i told my boy to hold his lane.  handle her friend she came with for a moment as i grabbed her hand and pulled her deeper into the crowd.  the lights moved around the dance floor allowing each other to maybe see each other every 5 seconds or so.

  it was not one of those instances where you were moving by sight anyways.  you were moving by the rhythms of each others' body, eyes closed, embarking on an exploration of fingertips and hands.    

  we danced back and forth teasing one another, challenging one another; if the other were to dare, to come a bit closer. i took a moment to pull her in and whispered in her ear.

  "its fun when you dont know who you are going to go home with."

  i softly nibbled* her ear and took a slight step back to see her reaction.  under the dimly lit room, you can see a smile on her face as she slightly tilted her head back to take in the moment. 

  sf, you are no good for me.

  and just like that she is back in my life. dancing.

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