Dancetasy

My face rests on your chest while I hear the beats of the music and imagine a common pulse with the beats of your heart. I feel the relaxation that involves us, in the middle of the silence and the darkness, while your chin lies on my head. Softly, with the tips of your fingers, you caress my shoulders, go down my arms, and hold my wrists gently before landing on the back of my hand. Once there, you embrace my waist while my hands climb their way to your shoulders, and caress the back of your neck. 

You whisper "What is your name?".  I chuckle. "I told you already", and look into your eyes to see if you are playing games or simply teasing. "And yours?", you look me in the eye, as if you were loss for words; "I don't know anymore". "Me neither", I reply.

I rest my face on your chest again; this time, your hands around my waist and my hands around your neck give us a tense proximity. Your hands go slightly down and this motion joins our hips together and to the rhythm. The cadence of the music playing in the background feels like a perfect foreplay for what is to come. I feel how your breathing counteracts the mildness of the tempo. 

Everything feels blurry around me, and the only certainty relies in the texture of your chest and the smell of your skin. My hands navigate slowly from your neck to your shoulders, from your shoulders to your blades, from your blades to your waist. The pressure of our movement increases, as well as our breathing. 

The music is gone, I don't know since when, and it doesn't matter. 

We keep moving to an imaginary melody played by our bodies, by our breathing, by our caressing. Slowly, but surely, the built-up tension subsides and opens a path for a deep, tender hug. 

"Sina?" I smile. "Sure". "Would you like to come to my place for a cup of coffee?". I smile again. The clumsy nervousness in your voice is enough for me to say yes without a doubt. We walk together while talking about everything that comes to our minds, as if we were trying to catch up on who we are, before bestowing our naked fragility on each other.

The night was beyond anything imaginable. The unbearable passion of a first time danced as well with the calmed comfort of a body kissed a thousand times. 

I wake up next to you and watch you sleep for a bit before deciding to get up. You open your eyes and look at me for a second, as if you were first computing my presence around you, and then you smile,

"Hi", you say.

I look at you with the deepest love, and I see how much this scares you. I restrain my facial expression and go along. "Good morning. I'll make breakfast".

"You don't have to", you reply.

"Of course I do. Stay in bed, we still have two hours before the kids come with their spouses and we have our family trip".

I can't bear another moment of your confusion. I clean my tears before I go downstairs. In 30 minutes, you will have forgotten again.

...But until your body forgets how to move too, we will still have our evening dances.