| Have you ever
done the dance of love? It is a very special
dance. It is where two people see each other for
the very first time, nothing has to be said
between them, no words are needed, they both
know. All they have to do is have their eyes
meet, for just a brief moment and it will make
their hearts beat, dancing in unison without
missing a step. But when they do meet it is for
a lifetime, it takes that long for lovers who
dance the dance of love.
I had dreamed about the dance of love and who
my partner would be, soft spoken and gentle but
yet strong enough to get me through the tough
times that would surely lie ahead for two hearts
that beat as one. He would need to have a gift
of singing a song to me to cheer me and take
away my troubles if only for a short time,
sometimes we would sing together sharing our
common love of music. A hard working man with a
loving embrace but who when he kissed me left no
doubt in my mind that I had been kissed, with
moist soft lips filled with love and passion.
Big brown eyes that I could look into and get
lost in their depth, and all the while his hand
would be running gently through my long hair and
then dropping down and softly tracing the
outline of my body which he knew so well. I
could feel his heart beating as I rested my head
on his chest, intoxicated by the mere smell of
him, so manly and I was certain he could hear my
heart beating as well, he had to, it seemed to
be beating so loud, he had to hear it, didn’t
he? I could feel his breathe on my brow, all I
had to do was to look up and gaze into his eyes
and the dance of love would start again. We
didn’t need any lights to see because our dance
of love had been going on for an eternity. I
loved touching his face, his lips and then
letting my fingers move down to his strong beard
and then slowly down to his chest, where I would
rest my hand over his heart to feel the steady
rhythm. I would look up again into his beautiful
brown eyes and our lips would meet once more,
lost for the moment in each other, hoping
nothing would interrupt this dance.
We never wanted it to end, when he left in
the morning to go to work, there was always just
a little more time where he could cuddle with me
and hold me and when he finally would have to go
one kiss that turned into two and we lingered not
wanting to break apart and let go of this moment.
Stolen glances or smiles at each other if we
chance to meet during the day and we would
always try to find some time or place where
again our lips could meet if just for a brief
moment to last us through the day until once
again he would return home, with me waiting
there for him and our bodies would be embraced
in a warm hug and we would start to gently sway
to the music that only he and I heard.
Nothing said, nothing needing to be said
between two lovers meeting at the end of the
day. |
