The Dance
by Kaylee
Your hand on the small of my back, other clasped in mine, my fingers play lightly with the hair at the base of you neck. Nervous smiles shared and shy glances.
Only a single spill of light to illuminate us, as we turn across hardwood floors, in the privacy of your home. You guide me along in familiar footsteps, pulling me closer.
While Sinatra croons about the blue moon, we look into each others eyes, blue to brown, realizing for a moment there might be something more.
A tender kiss, a gentle sigh.
So this is what it is like.