Perfect Fit To Your Body

What a fascinatingly divine creature. She is simple in all ways yet. Her honesty is devastatingly attractive. I do not think she has realized it either. So innocent though, a flower with so much amazing potential and yet she will never get to bloom before her time is ended. What short lifespans we live.

I had a few moments over the course of the night to take her in and critique what I had seen. Mainly average, a rather attractive average but one of them. Her eyes a deep blue the blue of stormy seas and treacherous waters. A woman who was not to be trifled with. A woman with the strength of water behind her. My night had been so utterly boring until I ran into her. Another soul so absolutely bored as I that I felt hope. Her reasoning for it was rather mundane but still.

I wonder how many more of those drinks she can chug back before she starts becoming a little less uptight. Maybe if you ask her to dance she will loosen up. Most women do.

"Would you like to dance?"

"Sure… "

I grabbed onto her soft hips and pulled her into my frame tightly then began to step into a light waltz with her.

"I see your dancing is another gift you have."

"Yes I procured it a few years back, and had a wonderful teacher. She taught me both my technique in dancing and my love for literature."

"You cannot teach love, love is created by the recess of our hearts that feel something so deep and strongly that we are unable to do anything but love."

I felt my body start responding to her in a way I hadn't felt in ages and my heart beat quicker in a hot needy way. I looked down and realized I had grabbed hold of her wrist and her pulse was radiating like a drum through my whole body. My veins danced to their tune a rhythmic beating that threatened to drown me into its dark waves. The girl was a nightmare of wonderment. As restless and easily excited as the water her very eyes seemed to be made from.

I decided to change the subject in my mind to something other than the girls quickening pulse wherever I touched her.

"Develop interest in life as you see it; in people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself." 

"Henr.."

"Henry Miller. So you like literature too."

"Yes, and so do you quite obviously."

"The best of a book is not the thought which it contains, but the thought which it suggests; just as the charm of music dwells not in the tones but in the echoes of our hearts. I do so like that one. It's by."

"Oliver Wendell Holmes. I know."

"Tusche."

Her feet moved to the beat with mine in a nice meld despite the step she would miss here and there she was rather good. She is also the perfect fit to your body, a woman who is tailored to your specifications maybe? I grimaced internally.