My hands are against your chest. I can feel what I call “your texture”… it is not only the way your skin is as smooth as velvet, it is the feel of the muscles underneath it. I love it.

We are naked and you are dancing with me, in between one dance and another you teach me the feeling of tango. It is a difficult dance, one don’t start by learning steps, one starts by feeling their partner, feeling the weight of the leader. And that is really what I feel: You, your weight change, your movements.

It is the best dance of my life and yet, never have I danced so badly. I am dizzy, out of centre, my axis is the same as the earth: inclined. If only the vector of the gravity didn’t point into a ninety degree angle into the Earth, I could have dealt with it.

When in a couple dancing you (the follower, the woman) are supposed to see the whole of your partner,  his leads, his hands. All I could see were parts. I got obsessed by your chest, it felt… divine. Then, whenever you turned me and lead me from behind, my brain melted.

From that night, so many details kept to my mind and they now drive me insane, making me wonder if I was the only one there. Could I have imagined you?

Have I not felt your hands on my body, making my eyes close against my will? Didn’t we share a dessert  tangled up in the couch with only sweat between us? Each helping the other to spoon pieces of the cake because the other hand was lost into the mess of our bodies?

Didn’t I name your smell, inhale your essence as you did mine? I remember my smell over your mouth. Your kisses, your eyes. I have a strong recollection of your hardness against my softness.

And your laughter, all night our laughter making music to our happiness. Could I have created that you said you were happy?

Could it all be a dream?

I thank thee, dream of mine, for the loving night we have shared. The idea of you is so enticing I would love some other chances to try it… if it is not to happen, I hope to keep you always, in my heart and in my writing, this place where I keep my little pieces of a huge love I don’t mind sharing.

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