Slow DanceMy mind is no longer my own. Thoughts eddy and pool without control. They focus on a particular moment of a particular night with a particular girl and nothing I do can sway them from that for very long. Like a deeply cut river they jump diversions back to the main current.
My mind is filled with the sound of the music and the soft, soft sounds of her groans and contented purrs. My mind is filled with the feel of the curve of her back, the soft flesh of her breasts pressing into my chest and the embrace of our legs entwined. My mind is filled with the slow circles we carve into the floor measuring out the pacing of the spell that now grips my heart and I think of how long it has been since I danced that way.
In four minutes of one night, I am cast adrift. The question of what now? haunts me, dominates my hours. Do I risk it all and give chase, or continue to sit alone in my cave, hibernating without the warmth of love.