Thursday, February 23, 2012

Flashfiction - Still Dancing

A glimpse from Out of the Box.


Dancing with Anando is like colors bursting behind your closed eyes in patterns that have no meaning and yet mean everything to you.

There is beauty in the way his fingers brush against you, a caress that doesn’t reveal its name. There is warmth in his hands when he draws you closer to him, even if it’s only the warmth reflected from your own skin. There is fire in his eyes, as dark as they may be: flames that dance like he does, close to you, following your heartbeat just a much as the music.

Making love to Anando is like dancing with him.

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