krallman

The moment just keeps playing in my head... how close we were, dancing, how she turned to face me, and how she kissed me... "What was the kiss for?" "Just a little something to remember me by... Don't tell my boyfriend that I did that..." The grin... Her skin was the color of a light colored caramel sauce... Her lips the color of a good quality milk chocolate... Her eyes were a rich brown... Her arms were fully tattooed and looked like she was getting full sleeve work... Her piercings were in her ears, and they were gauged... Her hair was brown with streaks of blond through it... Her body was tight, her clothes fit her perfectly... Twice I danced with her. The first time, she danced with me because I was by myself dancing and having a good time. The second time, it was like we were drawn to each other. That was when the rest of my life changed... When she kissed me, I tasted cinnamon... As soon as I got home, I'll admit it, I cried. I cried because I realized what I had that night. I had a girl, someone I didn't even know, and we hit it off right away... If she didn't have a boyfriend, I might have been able to get more out of her, maybe a couple more dances... Oh, will I keep my eyes out for her... Maybe I will never see her again, but I can only hope... Wherever you are, my angel, meet me on the dance floor again, even if it is for our last dance...