When you first made a grab for my hand it felt natural as if it was meant to be. Hands fitting perfectly together. Footsteps matching I wish the travel distance to the front door was much farther than what it was. Those standing around us did not exist as you proceeded to dance your finger tips across the nap of my neck leaving me on the edge of a slow moan. I just wanted to whip around and tango with your lips and tongue. Walls pulsating like a waterfall. I must stop but can’t with the imagines that flood my mind of both our bodies being explored.