leftunspoken's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- What I miss... You know what I miss about boyfriends? You're thinking sex, right? Whelp, yah, good guess. I do miss sex. A lot. But I digress. It's not sex. I miss dancing. And you're thinking "Hmmm...why don't you just go dancing?" But that's the wrong kind. I miss dancing barefoot, in the kitchen, with the stereo on in the other room, my hands still damp from washing the dishes, both of us breathing one another, barely moving in slow, sleepy, circles. Knowing that nothing else matters. Bills, and jobs, and arguments, and worries are imaginary. The only thing real, is the way you feel in each others arms, and the fact that the dishes can air-dry while you make love. That is what I miss. A lot. And I've got a knot in my throat and it has nothing to do with the radio this time. Although, at this point, I'm thinking hormones are a pretty safe bet for the blame. 4:22 p.m. - April 07, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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