Slow dance.

>In the mood for something?<
>Credits to Deviantart<

He gently takes your hand and leads you to the empty dance floor.
He puts an arm around your waist while his other hand tightens its grip on your slender fingers.
The music starts off with a slow beat.
You can't recall how long since you did this with someone but you seem to get the hang of it, thanks to his guiding steps.
As both of your eyes meet, life around you slows down.
The lights seem dimmer than they used to be.
The background tune fades into a lazy whisper, caressing your skin with its sultry tunes.
You then realize alot of things about him.
His scent.
His deep eyes filled with countless of emotions.
The way his nostrils flare with every sharp exhalations.
His lips, half-opened, words waiting to be spoken.
Those same lips closing the distance between both of you in a painstakingly slow manner.
Suddenly you realize alot of things about yourself.
The way you can't take your eyes of him.
The way your breath exhales with a distinctive sharpness.
The way your lips are half-opened.
And the distance between you and him which will never exist in a few moments.

As you delve into sweet sweet oblivion, you finally found that slow dancing isn't such an outdated thing anymore.



P.S: My vivid imagination is working overtime.