I have not forgotten. Here is a little more of the story. There will be more later.
His hand darted to a small sliver of flesh under my coat. Calm, moving me out onto the dance floor, we danced all night. People were everywhere, forcing him into my body as the music puslated. Heat rising, brisk chills make me tingle from slight breezes accross the dance floor. The moisture condensing on us. Our dancing became one fluid motion. His mouth by ear, whispered, “It is time we got out of here.”
Gliding us safely outside a mist sprayed across us. Shaking ads though he was cold, we both laughed. It was then, I touched his mouth with my black gloves. Looking up at me, nothing I have seen was more beautiful than his eyes.