The Dance

“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.

What do you think?