I wish I could explain us.
One time we came home. She was drunk, but I wasn’t. She poured me a drink as she got all the furniture out of the way. She put on “Gnossienne no. 1” on her record player and started dancing.
*M had danced for years. She actually got a scholarship to THE art school for dancing but the head of her potential program straight up told her she needed a breast reduction.*
*Plus, they told her to lose 10 pounds. She was a fucking size 4 and 5’6’… Assholes*
Anyway, when she poured me a drink and threw me down on the couch, she cleared the living room and put on “Gnossienne No. 1.” Then she started dancing.
*If you’re not already listening to it, put it on now.*
We didn’t have power that night so it was almost pitch black except the moonlight.
It was the sexiest dance I’ve ever seen. She laid on her back and put her legs up like they were telling a story. When she turned on her belly and crawled towards me, I almost moved away.