E.motions S.ometimes.Transend. E.verlasting R.omance

E.motions S.ometimes T.ranscend. E.verlasting R.omance

I laid there in your bedroom; on your folded-out futon, intertwined within your cotton sheets, smoking one of your Marlboro lights, staring at you. I stared at you dancing to The Gypsy Kings. You were so graceful.

Eyes shut.
Arms high.
Feet gliding across the carpet.
You looked like an angel.
Pacing around rhythmically from side to side.
Occasionally, completely out of the blue; you spun around.


You looked at me as the song came to a halt. You looked so content. You looked so satisfied. You looked beautiful. You slowly crept up to me, as the song started to change unknown artist. It was very calming music, filled with boundless enthusiasm. You cupped my face in between you palms and gently marked my forehead with you soft lips. Your hands felt so nice against my face, better than any cashmere.You told me you'd be back in a minute. You walked out of your room and into the bathroom. As soon as I put my cigarette out and the last cloud of smoke from my mouth was drawn out, and cleared from the doorway, I saw you again. I saw you walk back into the bedroom.


You turned on a very familure tune by Muse, and you went back to your post. You moved around with such amorous intention. This time around I noticed you open your eyes every so often when your face makes contact with the mirror; you took small glances at yourself. It was adorable, as though you were playing hide and seek with yourself.

You looked at me again with such an ardent expression, you gave me physical proposals to come up and join you in your libidinous, ballet-inspired thrusts. I wanted to decline, but you were very persistent, and I wanted you to keep up this smiling facade. The way you wear you smile, is even more entertaining than watching your hips flail around ,and seeing your shirt ride up and down your belly, hinting at beauty that lays underneath your clothes. The way you move around would make Shakira jealous.

I finally got up the courage to dance and you playfully laughed at me. You did wonders to my ego when you pressed you fingers on to my hips and controlled me. 'Just let go. Just close your eyes and move about the way you feel,' you whispered into my ear. You made me feel comfortable, doing the one thing I felt the least myself in doing. It was magical. I'm glad we spent the last day of 2008 together.

Fin.