Tell me something I don’t know....
He whispers in her ear and his breath tingles with her senses, twirling her into a magnitude of romance she could barely contain
She closes her eyes and thinks of her past, present and future, her dreams, her pains, her lives, her loves, her hates, her senses, her wants....her powers...
He is waiting for her answer...His voice begging her to tell him
He is waiting for her answer...His voice begging her to tell him
How many things could she say? How many ways could she say them...
His arms hold her nearer and it gets very hard to contain her weakness, maybe he will understand? Maybe he will love me always...
She thinks of the right words to use to tell him...it’s now or never
‘I am...I...I...I am a dancer...I dance.'
He smiles gently and brushes his lips to her cheek, wow, so are you going to dance for me?
She looks into his eyes, burning and sensual, drowning and passionate, pausing only to take a breath - Yes.
Part of herself she could give to him...she was a dancer... but she wasn’t human
Each second she spent with him, she wanted to tell him who she was, what she was...but each second spent with him she fell more and more hopelessly in love...and if she lost that....
So as she swirled, curved, melted and merged with the music of life...she knew she had made the right choice – even if the love of her life would always be close...yet so far.
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