waltz for a night....

Let me sing you a waltz
Out of nowhere, out of
my thoughts
Let me sing you a waltz
About this one night stand
I have no bitterness, my sweet
I'll never forget this one night thing
Even tomorrow, in other arms
(Julie Delpy)

I don't know what it is about him, he's almost always lurking on the outer rims of my thoughts or daydreams. Sometimes I even crave him. His touch was firm, I felt safe with his arm around my shoulders or his hand on my lower back guiding me through a crowd. I love how he felt in my arms... solid. He wasn't like hugging a rock, he was just muscular enough. I had almost forgot what skin on skin felt like... he wasn't as hairy my past couple boyfriends. The relaxing control he had over me when he held my arms above my head and told me to "shh". There was a raw kind of honesty between us... maybe it was the dishonesty of our clandestine meetings. I wish I could forget him. He creeps into my thoughts in the most inappropriate moments.