Slow dance with you

Slow dance

My hands drape around her neck, caressing the skin and the slope of her neck, my fingers dancing across her flesh and imprinting this moment into her hips pressed against her, pulling myself closer to her by each passing moment. Women are incredible creatures, truly a venus incarnate that are beyond fathoming in their perfection. Memorising the outline of her body, the sound of her voice, the colour of her eyes, all of it. Imagining my hands all over, touching every part of her, claiming her as mine. I never expected to meet someone like her, to step into the pages of a love story so soon. I know once the night is done, I'll return to the sanctity of my room, dancing on clouds and laughing like an idiot. Daydreaming about her for weeks, wondering how I got so lucky. The scent of her perfume, the scent of her, how intense her eyes are, so bright, so wanting, so hungry.I feel dizzy, full of her, my senses are overloaded with her entire being. Breathing her in, knowing that every time I find this scent on a shelf, I'll think of her.

Her eyes fixated on me, watching me, taking me in, observing my every move. Trying to seduce me in her own way, working out the other with the same confused thoughts of anxious queer girls. All for me, wanting, needing, begging, my sweet girl. The softness of her hair tickles my cheek, like feathers on my skin, I want to run my fingers through her hair, brush it from her face, spend the rest of the night staring into her eyes. The lights of the bar above us, twinkling like bright stars in the night sky, this feels like heaven. So bright above me, shining down on us both, like it's just us two, dancing alone. Nobody else in the bar, nobody else on the floor, no other couple matters, just bystanders in our own coming of age story. Meaningless faces in a story that will remind us of that night. Only us here, only us forever, her hands on my hips, holding me close, dancing across my skin. Her fingers tracing up and down, teasing me, her forehead against mine, reminding me I'm here. My anxiety lessens, once a storm now fading into barely clouds, my intrusive thoughts are non existent. The shakiness of my breath, the fear of missing out. Replaced by sunshine, bright and intense, screaming with happiness and filled with butterflies. Reminding me she's mine, all my life, all my years, all my days of waiting. Staring into those orbs, the mirrors of her soul, the reflection of her heart, I've never seen such eyes. Drawing me in, haunting me, catching my breath, I'm speechless in her presence. I've fallen in love, head over heels with no hope in sight, this girl lured me in like a siren to a sailor. She's got me under her spell and she knows it, she can pull my strings and I'll do whatever she wants. And she's all mine, knowing she will never need another, only me. My pride beaming in my chest.

I could stay here forever, my angel in my arms, I never want to leave. I belong here, I belong with her, nothing has ever made as much sense as it has right now. Every heartache, every heartbreak, every wish I've ever made, it all lead to her. The music feels like a melody, soft beats echoing through the bar, the two of us swaying to this beat, dancing to a tune only we know. A memory trapped in time of the happiest moment of our lives, one we will reflect upon forever. This moment, this existence, this space in time, just the two of us here, in the darkness under the lights, nobody else. I never want it to end, I never want to let her go, I want to stay here with her. No other woman will affect me the way she does.

She laughs, girlish giggles that make my heart flutter and yet ache, I could listen to her voice on repeat like a song. I love this girl so much, I've never felt anything like this before. "You never told me you could dance" she smiles. She's enamoured by my every move, like she's watching a film, waiting for every surprise to occur.

There's many things I've never told her, like how nobody ever asked me before. How I was always the one stood in the darkened corner waiting for someone to find me. So I found my courage, took the leap and reached out my hand to her. It turns out I'm a bloody good dancer, I smirk, if I didn't keep some cards to my chest, I'd never get to surprise her like this. Catching her off guard, alluring her, it's like a game of cat and mouse. I shrug with a cheeky smile "I'm full of surprises" I laugh. There's so much I want to tell her, so much I want to share, but I don't know if she's ready for that yet.