“Shall we dance?” he asked.
We were both laying in bed getting ready comfortable. Both of us laying on our sides – our arms under our pillows. I grasped his hand. He wrapped his leg around me – and I followed suit by intertwining my leg around his. Then we pulled each other close; our arms wrapping around each other’s waists.
We kissed each other softly as we snuggled into each other more.
This is our dance when we sleep together.
A dance that lasts all night until the morning when we finally wake up – and our dance changes. Before we play and giggle and moan and cry and scream and laugh and wake up in a way that suits us.
But before that happens – we dance.
I look forward to the dance almost as much as I do everything else.