Right now I need those big hugs.. you know the ones where someone engulfs you and just stays there.. like how you hold two pieces together after you apply glue to them to ensure they don’t break again.
I may be street smart.. I may be theory smart… but some things take a while for me to get…
Like driving.. like kizomba… all the practical things.
I really wish you were patient with me. I know I am difficult to lead… but please remind me softly… If you make a face it hurts and breaks the connection even more. It will take time with me, please believe me when I say I am trying my best…after all I only get 2 hours to practice a week.
Please be gentle. Some things take time.
I want the kisses I used to blow to the wind to fall on your skin.
For love making always intrigued me.. it appealled to me. But I never felt the need to make love to another… until you made your way into my life.
I love the early hours of a day. That 12am - 4pm where as if by default we become more human.
Those late night stock takes.. where we work like crazy, tired and determined. Completely spent yet we spend energy laughing talking not for ourselves for we barely have any but for others around us so we can keep going. Becoming each other’s strength.
When are are too tired to pretend to be anything but us.
Sharing food at 2am in the morning. Eyes heavy with sleep.
I love those dance rehearsal afternoons, from all walks of life we collide. Palm to palm, chest to chest, a rhythm boiling in us as one. Becoming masters and students all in once.. letting our bodies make silent music.
I love those midday group meetings.. seeing everyone so irritated and edged. So insecure yet strong. Putting in ideas and fixing glitches. I love those self help tutorials where we no longer become strangers and start working on that assignment. Enhancing each answer beaded with words from a different brain.
I love those nights just before a wedding.. where we can’t sleep and the house is full of people.. each room content with more souls than it usually habitates.
The evening before a major event. Because no matter how old the person is or how much experience they have, they still battle nerves. This is the moment where they are most worn out… before they deck up for the event they’ve salved over.
And in these past days I’ve fallen in love with eyes heavy with sleep, tired smiles, and sore muscles.
Even the cranky comments, rushed hellos and hesitated yes.
For once the wrongs seemed so right.
I dream of the day we would dance in harmony… you my lead and I’ll be your shadow. We bathe in the glorious sunrise. Rising to love embedded in all our strides.
Your soft lips just a taste before your warm tongue slides over me..
Words I did not know slipping past my lips.
The need you expressed for those two kisses.. I don’t think I will ever understand. It was as if you were a fisherman and the kisses your line. And it took me to honor you as only the line did you take and nothing more.
It’s like a mesmerized memory, your touch. Lingering on me long after you have left… til we meet again to make more memories.
To know you love me so makes my heart shake… to know your hands roam over my back kneading soft figures into me tests my patients, my love.
You gentle looks and soulful words steal into my heart!
Your lost looks and cheeky touches.
You steady lifts. I haven’t felt so safe in anyone’s arms for as long as I can remember. And so I wish your words “to make me yours” unfolds into our reality.
I’m a little to sensitive you see. A uttered word stays with me for a bit too long.
An expression forlorn will scar my heart.
Sometimes all you want to do is hide… live in your own little world and not meet and greet…
But hey this time we get is just a moment. And it passes. We have the power to make it connecting, beautiful and more or just let it pass.
Atm, I am learning that no matter how much you just wanna let it pass. Don’t! Just live it. Trust me deciding to do so is half the work done to make a beautiful connecting moment.
Live. This life is yours. Own it.
I will dance without fear. Trusting. What’s the worst that can happen?
I’ll trip over and fall!
So what? It will hurt a bit, be a bit embarrassing!
But I will get back up and this time never to repeat that mistake which led to the fall.
I like my hair messy. My love wild. And my sex aggressive. But I’m still a sensitive woman, just with passion.Sade Harrison (via timedoesnotexisthere)