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..the night we danced..
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..the night we danced.. |
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ninjawild Junior Member
since 2009-08-11
Posts 33u.s. army |
..the night we danced.. there was once a time.. a time where I had never felt so free.. strange to think and add up all that had happened.. to find the answer as to why.. why did it feel so free?.. what made me feel so free.. the feeling was warm and comfortable.. even through the fall's cold and chill in the middle of the night.. it had to be Her smile.. never had i seen an emotion as inviting as Hers.. the way Her eyes had a sort of assurance and intrigue to adventure.. yes it had to be that smile She gave and the way Her eyes.. persuaded me that nothing around Us existed.. only to find out for Ourselves the pieces of a mystery.. solved only by the blind taste of curiosity.. the highly experienced could never feel the freedom We shared.. hardly knowing of each other as that of little acquaintance.. no expectations of something bigger than the remedy of a little company we spent.. could not have been invested any better than the night We walked.. walked as if dancing a dance never seen.. newly invented to trace the footsteps We circled around each other.. not once did a thorn of caution pierce Our skin.. two free spirits enjoying the presence of adventure across a plain.. twelve flights ascending to the top of a moment in time.. to descend cascading down a whirl of soft whispers of whit and whim.. pausing at each to share with each other the secrets of tales left untold aloud.. through the mind's eyes left closed.. never would end these moments in time We shared stopped at each pause.. the wake of four eyes at the end of the fourth's steps.. the need to go on does not grow but the adventure to continue stirs off its course.. already drunk with passion and timid feelings for the youth of the hour grown upon Us.. She smiled.. just till the sun's presence would speak across its canvas.. We joked and jestered.. as if standing at the gate with only a look back to remind of the night behind Us.. wrapped in arms She gazed at the red and oranges skittering across the horizon waters.. the warmth of Her hand in mine was letting me know to not look away.. for a moment gone would be a moment to never gain back.. enjoying the sun rays of warmth and comfort shared.. time stood still even as the sun rose.. our clenches eased as the warm light convinced.. the adventure would not end with the sun's light rise.. nor when Their eyes retired in the early morning.. the thought of Her smile now still has its inviting nature upon me.. but the adventure will never be the same.. as if the exctasy of the night could never be matched by any other moment.. even if my eyes could see the smile, smiling back at mine once again.. but never knows until it has never done.. the sight of Her smile.. at mine.. ..wisdom comes from the better choices of stupidity.. |
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martiniat8 Senior Member
since 2003-06-21
Posts 897Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic |
WOW, you've made a new fan, this is an amazing write. I share those secrets and know exactly of what you speak, feelings so well rendered in pen and ink! "to descend cascading down a whirl of soft whispers of whit and whim.." but this line, absolutely SLAYS me!... "the need to go on does not grow but the adventure to continue stirs off its course.." epic |
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SlowlyFallAway Member
since 2008-08-29
Posts 279North Carolina |
Make that 2 new fans, that was amazing. I'm impressed. |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
ninjawild - dancing with the right partner will do that to one for sure. Great write, enjoyed... BC |
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