What Makes The Dance
I love writing when I can but other than "Blogger" I don't do too much anymore. Romance hasn't visited me for a long time now so I like to close my eyes and imagine what it would be like just to slow dance with the man I love. If it were to be written, it would go like this.
Its almost midnight, nothing but a soft light illuminates the earthy toned room from a lamp perched gingerly on a small end table. Outside, the rain is falling creating a calm but yet romantic atmosphere. The quiet evening is filled only with two sleepy figures moving to the rhythm of the whispering classical music playing on the radio.
She is dressed not so formal in a long simple shimmering gown. Her long graying hair and head resting on his chest. The lady places her hands so lightly on his back as to feel his strong shoulders, the movement of his body, gives her the curvature of his shoulders in repose. His white shirt is opened so slightly, providing her with a comforting blanket. The scent of his being filling her senses.
The man holds her fragranced body close to him. His rugged hands find their place around her waist. His handsome face is time carved with a trusting kind appearance. His hair once wavy, slowly fades in the resources of his youth.
Two loving spirits lost in each other, just for a frozen moment in time. The eyes once in a while share between them, only a language that they alone understand. The kiss come shortly thereafter, so delicate ad fragile.
Not the total best of my ability but I am more the artist than writer.
There is a song that goes wonderfully with this, after all we are all young at heart when it comes to love and romance!
Its almost midnight, nothing but a soft light illuminates the earthy toned room from a lamp perched gingerly on a small end table. Outside, the rain is falling creating a calm but yet romantic atmosphere. The quiet evening is filled only with two sleepy figures moving to the rhythm of the whispering classical music playing on the radio.
She is dressed not so formal in a long simple shimmering gown. Her long graying hair and head resting on his chest. The lady places her hands so lightly on his back as to feel his strong shoulders, the movement of his body, gives her the curvature of his shoulders in repose. His white shirt is opened so slightly, providing her with a comforting blanket. The scent of his being filling her senses.
The man holds her fragranced body close to him. His rugged hands find their place around her waist. His handsome face is time carved with a trusting kind appearance. His hair once wavy, slowly fades in the resources of his youth.
Two loving spirits lost in each other, just for a frozen moment in time. The eyes once in a while share between them, only a language that they alone understand. The kiss come shortly thereafter, so delicate ad fragile.
Not the total best of my ability but I am more the artist than writer.
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