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07-08-09|
1:04 pm
He pulls me on the dance floor and I hear strains of a favorite song. I stay back, casually, because that is our game; blood boiling under composed exteriors, as if we have never met, as if we have no vested interest in this game. Smiling, moving slowly, until he pulls me closer and we are body to body, and the rules are breaking, my body already molded to his, my skin already hot to the touch. Keeping my hand light on his back until he grabs it in his own and suddenly I'm touching lean muscle under a soft tee shirt and it's obvious we do know each other, yes, I have traced this body before. No longer smiling as I follow his hips and match the dark concentration in his eyes. No longer caring which rules we break. And the music ends and we step apart, not touching, not knowing each other, but knowing. |