Shallows... in the mood for LOVE

She could feel the butterfly flutter in the pits of her stomach. The nervousness she felt made her nauseous. But despite it all she was giddy from the anticipation of the moment. The thought of his touch on her skin sent shivers down her spine. She couldn’t wait to turn around, and come face-to-face with him. The only thing being that she just hadn’t met him yet!

She was just an ordinary girl living in a modern world, wondering if she was happy in this modern world, or if she wanted something more, something that she was searching for. As she stood there on that stage, staring at an invisible audience, all these thoughts raced through her head. She stood there, with baited breath, waiting for him.

As he slowly walked on to the stage, he saw her silhouette against the stage light. He couldn’t wait to turn her round and come face to face with the beauty that stood on that stage. He wondered if this would be the start of something new, or would it just fizzle out. His heart was racing at over 100 miles an hour, making him wonder if she felt the same way too. He took a deep breath and walked towards her, just as the music began to play. 

She heard his footsteps against the wooden stage, and there was spotlight, not too bright so as to blind, not too low that they couldn’t see each other. It was just right, perfectly soft, accentuating feature. As he stood behind her, she could feel his warm breath over her shoulder, she felt his touch as he gently caressed her shoulder, spinning her around, bringing her face-to-face for the very first time, almost taking their breath away. 

For moment they were both enamoured by the other, just standing there staring at each other. He put his hands on her waist and brought her close, but not too close to make It awkward or uncomfortable for her. For a moment they were in such close proximity with each other that they breathed the same air, almost breathing in unison. She wondered if sparks would fly cause the heat he radiated almost made her feel like she would combust at any moment. And he actually felt the same way too!

As their face came in close proximity, she could almost feel his breath on her face leaving her all flushed, making her go weak in the knees. And they had a moment. She stood still with bathed breath waiting for him to make the move. He looked at her, and could feel that pull towards her. He was trying hard to fight that feeling, holding back, but like a magnet she kept drawing him to her, like a moth to the flame, an affect no other woman had had on him.

Just when she thought he would, she had to do a trust fall, and strangely she trusted that he would be there to catch her when she fall. And he did, with ease, with finesse, with class, once again coming face to face, once again feeling the heat of the moment, once again fighting the temptation of wanting to give in.

She felt he was pulling her deeper and deeper in the moment, deeper and deeper into him. She was far from the shallows, far from the safety of the shore, and the truth be told she didn’t care, she didn’t mind risking it all. She was swimming, floating, and there was no touching the ground. 

He kept feeling like he could drown in the limpid of pools of her eyes, happy to be there. They were both in the moment, living in it, swimming in it. Crashing through the surface where no one could hurt them, cause they were far from the shallows. 

He effortlessly lifted her, guided her, leading her across the stage, twirling around the stage with grace. Every moment felt elegant, every moment graceful, every moment went on and on, with them never wanting it to end. They felt like they were in a dream, in a fairy tale, never wanting to wake up from it and put an end to it. They wanted to live in that moment, just the two of them and no one else.

But then the moment had to end, cause they had to come back to reality. And just as the music began to fade away, he held her face, cupping it with both his palm, he couldn’t hold back any longer, he was ready to risk it all. He pulled her close, and  kissed her, a little hesitant if she would return his affection. To his delight, she kissed back, literally melting into him, spontaneously combusting in the heat of the moment, and like all the moment they had felt, they didn’t want it to end.

But when they finally came around, returning down to earth from soaring high up in the sky. As they parted, they embraced one final time, with their hearts racing from the events from few moments ago! They couldn’t control themselves, the way they felt for each other. They knew they needed to get to know each other more, they desired each other’s company, they had tasted blood and now they wanted more. So as they walked away they knew they had to meet each other again, had to get to know each other. Cause just that moment was not enough, cause they were far from the shallows now!

Love at First Dance

She had seen this place a numerous times, in pictures, but never in person. Yet as she walked towards it, she was not prepared to take in how beautiful it was. She wanted to but she had other things on her mind. Inspite it all what she saw took her breath away.

As she walked towards it she could feel the butterflies flutter in her stomach. Although she tried to calm them down, they just refused to settle. She could feel them fluttering around her stomach. She could feel her nerves.

Why oh why did she agree to something so crazy, something she had never done before, something that she would never do. Yet here she was, on the brink of doing the unthinkable, something she never thought she was capable of. She normally never gave into peer pressure, but how did she made an exception to do this?

She walked towards the place, and stood with her back to the light post. She could feel her heart beat at a million km/hr, threatening to explode from her chest, if that was possible. As she stood there, she would hear his footsteps, causing her heart to race even faster. She was tempted to turn around and get a quick peek. But then that was not what she was instructed to do. She waited patiently, fighting the temptation.

And then the music began to play. She turned around, going from post to post trying to catch a glimpse of him. But then he too did the same. So they continued to dodge each other, each trying to get the glimpse of the other, till their eyes finally met and they locked on to each other, and never left each other for the rest of the moment.

He was the most handsome man she had set her eyes, at least in a while (ok make that in quite a while). He was athletically built but not muscular. He was lean but not ripped. He was not a model but he could definitely get heads to turn, to stand out in a crowd. He was stylish, and though you could credit the stylist for that, whatever he wore, he carried it with aplomb and swag that was all his own, you could give him that, no one could take that away from him. He may have not been perfect, but for her he was her version of the perfect Prince Charming.

He took her by the hand and twirled her, causing her heart to skip a beat. He held her firmly by the shoulder but not roughly, rather tenderly. He gently caressed her with his fingertips, letting them run down the side of her neck, never once making her feel uncomfortable, sending a tingling feeling down her spine. She fell backward into his arms, in an almost trust-fall, melting into his arms. He caught her and twirled with ease, lifting her, making feel as light as a feather. As he guided her, lead her, he made her feel safe and secure, as they flowed from post to post, in sync to the music. 

Not once did he break eye contact, speaking through his touch, through his eyes, assuring her “we’ve got this! I’ve got you!” Not once did he make her feel awkward or uncomfortable. She felt safe and secure, she felt like she was floating on air, light as a feather. She felt like a princess in a fairytale, and the place only added to it. His every touch sent so many sparks flying. She felt combustible, as if his touch lit a thousand of flames within her. She didn’t care about choreography. She just followed his every lead. 

He was no professional but his leads were clear and precise. He guided her across with ease and purpose. If he was nervous or uncertain, he didn’t show it. He was confident and had poise and grace. When it came to the final lift, he caught her by the waist as she came towards him, lifting her up, while turning around, slowly bringing her down as they continued to spin, into his arms, and melting on to the floor, where they lay for a while, which felt like eternity.

As she lay there in his arms, with her head on chest, she didn’t want the moment to end. She didn’t care about the light drizzle that had begun to fall. She just wanted to lay there in his arms, staring into the endless sky, like what could lay in front of them. 

But like everything, the moment had to come to end. The song may have come to end but they still continued to breathe in unison. He got to his feet and helped her up, like the gentleman he was. As she walked away, he waited to see her go, and then went on his way, as if hoping for one more glance, hoping she would turn around one more time.

As she walked with her hand on her heart, she could feel her heart flutter. She tried to catch her breath, to calm herself down, but it just refused to calm down. How could it after it had experienced something truly magical, something right out of the pages of a romance novel. This was something so unlike her. Though she was hesitant, had her doubts, thinking it the most foolish thing she had ever done, risking it all. But now that she had done it, she was glad to have taken the chance, taken the risk. She couldn’t get enough of it, she wanted more. 

Who was he, the man who had swept her off her feet, danced his way into her heart. Who had set her heart on fire, who set fire to the rain. Who was he? She needed to know more about him, she craved for his touch, for the chemistry they shared. She needed more of him. And as she walked away, she wondered if it was possible to fall in love at first dance!