Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
I like to write now and again, i was bored a few months ago and in
a bit of a romantic mood, and well hell got no one to share it with
so i wrote this:
~It had been such a long time since he felt the need for someone.
But there was something about the woman that stood before him.
Perhaps it was the way her brown tresses cascaded past her
shoulders, perhaps it was the small black dress that clung so
flatteringly to her form, or perhaps it was the way her hazel eyes
seemed to pierce though his walls and peer into his soul.
He knew not that answer, nor did he care. He stared at her with
adoration within his blue hues.
"You know its not polite to stare." She would say with a sweet
smile upon her pink lips and a hint of red flushing her
"I-I-I'm sorry." He stammered, brushing stray strands of black hair
from his face. "I..I just.."
"Shh.." She would say softly as she placed a finger upon his warm
lips. "Dance with me."
He could only nod as she took him by the hand and led him to the
dance floor. But in those few moments, time seemed to go in slow
motion. He began to feel a warmth inside of him as he watched her
look over her shoulder with a playful yet sincere smile and a
sparkle in her eye only slightly obscured by her bouncing
Before he knew it, she stopped and turned to face him, draping her
arms around his neck. Her eyes locked onto his once more, and for a
moment he felt as if he would melt beneath that gaze.
"So.. are you going to hold me or what?" She said with soft
A tender smile crossed his features and he wrapped his arms around
her. Something about it felt right, as if all was as it should be
and for once he didnt concern himself with why and pulled her
They began to sway to the slow music that played around them. Soon
he felt her face nuzzle his chest as she let out a contented sigh.
He closed his eyes and took a breath, letting her scent fill his
nostrils. Lavender, he surmised, with a hint of vanilla.
They danced slowly for what seemed to be hours, words not spoken as
both took joy from shared moment. But soon he found himself at
unease, needing an outlet for the desire she sparked within him.
But most of all he had to know.
"Are you real?" He said as he took her arms away from his neck and
took a step back.
She looked at him, not quite understanding the question. "What do
"I mean.. this isnt some dream where im gonna wake up alone in my
bed, is it? That.. these things Im feeling aint just my mind
playing with me."
She cupped his face with a hand and looked him in the eyes with
compassion and reassurance "Yes, I am real.. this is real.. this is
Before she could finish her sentence, he took her hand from his
face and wove his fingers between hers as he took her words away
from her with a passionate kiss. He felt her return, and her free
arm wrap the back of his neck as his own would cross the small of
her back. They pulled each other closer and their clasped hands
squeezed together as their kiss deepened.
Soon their kiss broke and they stood there with foreheads touching
and eyes locked on the others own.
"You say this is real, but to me you are a dream.. one i have
dreamed of for a long time." He said. "But if you are wrong, and
this truly is a dream.. i hope that i am dead, because this is one
dream i have no desire to wake from."~
Anyways..also good at:
never truly giving up on things that matter to me. Makin people
feel better... yeah its rough at first, but i get better after i
get to know ya. And making a complete ass outta myself at
completely inopportune times.. but usually gets a laugh or two.