The dance

I stand beside you, my cheek so close to yours I can feel the warmth of your breath upon my skin.

I want so badly to lean in, but its too soon.   So I opt to tilt my head with my nose pointing toward your face so I can take in your scent.  Gently,  yet "accidentally", I brush my lips across your face as I adjust my body to feel yours more adequately.

Your chest firmly pressing against mine I can feel the rise and fall of your breath. Your hand on the small of my back leaves a burning sensation so strong i can feel my face flush whenever I draw my attention to it.

My leg brushes the inside of your thigh and my body goes weak, but only for a moment.   I sway my hair aside to expose my neck completely to you.   In the process I catch a brief glimpse of the light dancing in your eyes....I want to capture that moment, but still want to delight in the dance.

I rest my head upon your chest for a brief moment to hear the beating of your heart.  A rhythm I will hold dear.  And as the song comes to an end, my body has a whole new untold story. A new desire,  a new hunger to look forward to.

I walk away, a woman, another level deep.