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Aug 2014
I want to dance with a stranger
I want to feel the melody of the music in the sway of my hips, his pace to match mine, faces close, body heat erupted into something larger; something intimate
I want someone to come up to me and make me feel like someone I never thought I could, beyond beautiful -- a Cinderella moment to take my slipper and lose it so he can come back and find me
I want a stolen dance, one that is never mentioned again, one that will be remembered for the rest of my life as a memory too sweet to be forgotten, too magical to be thrown away
I want him to have confidence, to come up to me and talk to me so that his mouth starts to form words of passion that follow the sheet music to my heart, words that make me question everything, words that draw me in so that I can melt into him
the existential romanticist
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the existential romanticist  F/amongst the stars
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