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By Galadrial Date: 2005 Mar 08 Comment on this Work [[2005.03.08.12.44.30896]] |
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It began with dancing, tropical tunes to a small room, jazz to snare me close, white cotton trousers somehow crisp in the night. I wore Indian cotton, hoping to catch the breeze, and you caught me instead, one arm around my waist, the other ready to land, rum singing soft as i felt the print of your hand. Dizzy and delighted, the music gave way to some softer tune they would croon, something drugging to make my head drop to your shoulder while you pressed to me that first moment, seeking some smaller secret. I felt you then, tender and surging, and it was our first real dance sweet to handsome, all my secrets glistening under cotton gauze, all your heat ready to leap if I made my fingers dance too. You paused just once, to find the yes in my eyes, then took my lips too quickly for me to even guess that what passed next would be more than some small secret. |