You must be feeling better, Dear.
Yes. Yes I am. I’m not yet tango material, but a close, slow dance, the length of my body pressing to yours…yes.
That sounds wonderful. Would this be vertical or horizontal dancing?
With me it always seems to start out vertical, with the most honorable intentions…
And then I end up back to the wall,and my knees fail me
as your hands hold me in place
and pull me to you
and your lips graze my ear to whisper how you’d like to have your way with me
while my heaving chest, rises and falls, in exaggerated fashion,
assisting my breasts in finding your heart
and encouraging your chin to nuzzle forward into the triangle at the base of my throat
and your lips to burn a path from neck to the hollow below my ear and
lightly skim across my cheek
and the tip of my nose
and the curve of my closed eyelids and
back down to my waiting mouth
where we kiss and inhale each other
taking the taste of authenticity deep into our lungs
to remind ourselves
That is spectacular, Dear. Just perfect. I’ll lead now.
If she had any regrets at all: Failure in perfecting the dip.