04.30.05

one moment where our hands danced

I wanted to try something. I was feeling brave. Your hand was laying there all pale and alone and I thought we could have some fun.
I�m sorry if I take it too seriously, but a warm hand goes straight to my heart.
I was worried you would fall limp, lose interest. It was worth, for a second, a try.
I got more and less. for a while we were dancing and our fingers turned and pulled at each other so softly-I remember once like a tiny kiss- and I could feel too the heat coming from each of us, hovering in the air.
Then you were lost to me.

shi-ou-sama at 11:21 a.m.

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