Momo dances like there is no tomorrow, like the sunlight is about to die forever. Her movements are slow, passionate, intense, and at the same time so full of life, full of unmasked emotion. I watch her from the end of the room, speechless. She seems to be lost in her own mind while I am in complete awe of this entire scene. She faces the opposite wall, doesn't see me, probably couldn't care less about the uninvited audience due to how confident she is, exactly how she should be.
Although I get a feeling that it would be better to go and leave her alone, uninterrupted, I can't. It's too hard to turn away now, let alone to walk out of this building like nothing happened. Her perfectly toned arms are lifted above her head, one after the other, in careful movements. After that, they fall to her sides in a powerful action but without any noise. Black hair flies through the air, unrestrained, free.
I approach her slowly. Every step is careful, I ache to close the distance between myself and this breathtaking goddess in front of me. Once I am close enough, I could easily touch her, but she suddenly freezes. She stops moving, stops dancing, and although this is the last thing I've wanted, I feel thrilled. It excites me to a whole new level. I never would have dared to imagine being this close to her.
As she turns around, her eyes focus on mine within seconds. They're somewhat shiny, calm, comforting, and still, they're powerful, merciless and strong. Just like her. I am stunned by the beauty of her facial features, every little inch so flawless and vivid.
She smiles as she looks at me, studies my appearance with an interested gaze and seems fascinated by it. Without needing words, she places her right hand on my cheek, caresses my face with tender movements and comes closer until I can feel her warm breath on my skin.
By habit, I would've closed my eyes by now, since there are barely ten centimeters left between her face and mine. Usually, this type of closeness must feel intrusive, uncomfortable, but all I can feel is safety. My eyes are fixated on her dark, dilating pupils and the shiny makeup around her pretty eyes. I simply can't look away now, can't close my eyes to escape into the darkness of my own mind. It's not a choice, it's an obligation. And so I keep staring at her, wondering how far she will go, how much she will do.
The answer is simple, because with one quick movement, she closes the distance altogether and places her mouth onto mine, shyly exploring what my lips taste like. That's exactly how it feels, like she is curious, eager to get to know how it feels to be this close to somebody, to me. A moment ago she seemed so marvelous and far away that it was possible that she had never been touched by anyone. Just minutes ago, before I actively approached her, she exuded such a strong sense of self that it would certainly have intimidated most people.
Maybe this is what it's all about. She longs for closeness and understanding, but at the same time loses herself so much in her movements that she closes off the world and always stays to herself. Now that I've reached her, she won't let go again and neither will I. I return the kiss, mirroring her tender actions and at the same time, trying to encourage her into more sensual, deeper contact. While my lips start to move faster, I generate more pressure with my hands on her waist and pull her into a tight embrace.
With time she gets more confident, bold even. Her hands grab my body and her lips leave my mouth, wandering to whatever place they can find next. She presses her body closer against mine, all while her chest lifts and falls quickly and I can almost hear the beating of her heart. That natural beat is accompanied by a silent sigh that escapes her mouth every now and then.
I don't know what it is, but there is something about her that makes me want to touch her, hold her, curl up beside her and simply stay with her for all eternity. Maybe if she wouldn't radiate this enormous amount of unknown comfort, I could still back away somehow.
But now my whole being craves her, I get lost in her magnificent scent, get the shivers just from brushing against her smooth skin, and feel close to a heart attack when I remember how her whole face glows when she smiles. My eyes are closed, or rather were closed while she kissed me, but now that she is backing away, I open them again.
Her eyes are still fixated on my lips, my own gaze falls upon her dark eyelashes that I haven't noticed this strongly before. They are just as distinctive as her eyebrows and all of those prominent features highlight her round eyes even more. I adore her so much. I can't bear the mere thought of her being hurt or harmed by anything in this cruel world. I adore her so much that it hurts. This world is indeed cruel, dark, and simply terrifying. She herself, however, seems pure, innocent, and angelic.
Maybe this contradiction is what keeps her caught in this safe place, isolated from everything bad so her spirit won't be demolished. It's not like she's weak, she's certainly not. In fact, I sense at once that she is strong enough to face the chaos and the bad, the strength that carries her body surely must also carry her mind. The protection she seeks is a choice, not a need. Dancing in this hidden place saves her soul, strengthens her being, and if I hadn't interfered here, she'd probably find comfort in her solitude.
But now that she touched me, she longs to be seen. And I do see her, all of her, every inch of her body screams perfection to me. Although I would never want to take her away from here, never would separate her from her hideaway, I can't let her go. So I stay exactly where I am, unsure about how long I will remain here, not caring about the future or the past.
I pull her in by her nape and kiss her again. This time, I bury my free hand in her black hair, twirl the dark strands around my fingers and tenderly stroke the soft skin behind her ear. She hums so chary and sweet that I can't help but smile, kiss her more passionate.
It's only a matter of seconds until she reaches for my open hair as well, burying not only her fingers, but minutes later also her face in the expanse of my hair. Now that she broke the kiss, I can hear her unsteady breathing and how badly she is trying to compose herself.
Her head is buried in my neck and as I gently nudge her to look at me, all I can see is her flushed cheeks and the aroused expression. I smile, she smiles. My hand wanders restlessly until I start to caress the naked skin under her loose, black shirt. At first, my palm is placed on her lower back, then I wander around, feel the slight muscles of her abdomen, and as my fingers trace upwards, the skin gets softer, her curves melt into my touch as she lets out husky moans.
I don't have to say anything for she knows what I am asking for and is more than willing to give to me. Her moving body encourages me, her whole body clearly searching for friction.
