It had been over 3 decades since our paths last crossed, but it was Divine Timing that lead us both to this 80s & 90s dance. I was in my own vibe, dancing alone, when he walked over to me. I didn’t immediately recognize his face. When he explained who he was, I grinned because it was his lower region that made the impression so many years ago. I leaned in close to his ear.
You don’t remember how we first met, do you?
“I’m afraid I dont”
Our waistlines first became acquainted in 1989. I tried to remind him of the moment we shared at the sophomore dance back in high school, but he still only looked confused.
We slow wined as reggae music played in the cafeteria, in a way that was too grown for our teenage years. Now everything has come back into alignment and here we are again, exactly 33 years later in what feels like a divine full circle moment. The Universe makes no mistakes.
He’d already return to his group, but the magic of the moment wouldn’t allow me to just let him go and not experience again what I know is so good. I decided to join him.
Even though his mind couldn’t recall our past, his waist didn’t forget mine. Our bodies feel familiar. He can’t hear me moan as I lean back into him and our hips rock in perfect rhythm to the same music we had danced to so long ago.
The energy intensifies with every sway. I know the dance is getting sweet to him when he reaches around with one arm high across my chest and his other arm low around my waist. In a gentle way, my old partner pulls my back tightly against his front, and I let out another deep breath while I ran my hand up and down his higher arm to the same slow rhythm we danced. Things start getting really intimate and we interlock our fingers.
He leans his face into my neck and I could feel him breathing in my ears. That turned me on. It wasn’t just my heart throbbing now. The lower parts of me were too.
It’s clear that we are riding the same frequency wave. He spins me around gracefully, so we are now slow dancing face to face, breast to chest, waist to waist, both arms embracing me firmly. This man knows I won’t deny him. His confidence is so sexy that it excites me. My heart starts racing.
I fully trust his lead as he guides the dance. My body is in total submission to his, as I rest my femininity safely into his masculinity. I reach up and cup the nape of his neck. Our cheeks touch. I can sense that he wants to kiss me but circumstances forbids it. Every bit of this man feels so good. I want to kiss him too. It feels like everyone else disappeared and it’s just us, the music and our vibe in the room. We dance close and tight until it’s time for him to go. We are both disappointed, but secretly we know this will not be our last dance.
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