It starts and i feel your delicate embrace wrapping me the belly, and i close the eyes sighing your name.
When i woke i felt our eletric shocks crossing my mind, and i tighted your arms around me.
And now it seems, you are lifting me up from this chair. And i can feel your whisper:”Dance with me”.
You taking my hands, and delicately your hands sliding on my hips tightening them against your body and our eyes dive one in another.
Your hands touching my face and your lips touching my mouth.
I throwing away air from the lungs, and you look at me. You taken my hand and you make it slide inside the shirt, that soft shirt.
And we start our slow dance, our magical dance.
Our glance one in another. Your whispers, your touches, and my hands that hold that shirt and i’m approaching myself always more at your chest, and our breathes enveloping us
We are dancing in our slow dance.