- Growing Up Bronx
It was a beautiful day, the sun was going down as they had spent many waking hours together. They were all alone, enjoying each other’s company and listening to soft songs playing on the radio. Some of the songs he knew, and some he’d only just heard for the first time. He loves romantic songs in all genres.
On this evening, the combination of the music, the lights, the weather, and her beautiful presence had his senses completely overwhelmed. His heart was racing, his breath was heavy, and he was longing to hold her.
Contrary to popular belief, he was a timid man. He was nervous, but he summoned up the courage and he looked deep into her eyes. Her dark eyes were so beautiful, he wished he could know all that those beautiful eyes may have seen throughout their lifetime. She looked so shy and appeared slightly nervous as well.
He gently smiled at her, she softly smiled back and his heart melted. He moved closer to her, and he invited her with open arms to come into his. She slowly came into his arms, she was scared, hesitant, but this was natural. He held her close to him, intoxicated by the scent of her body lotion. His mind was swooning with desire and the sheer pleasure of holding her so close to his body. He felt the warmth of her body, quietly listened to the sound of her breathing, and he could feel her heart beat against his body.
As he held her tightly, she looked up at him, feeling his strong body against hers made her feel comfortable and safe. Feeling her soft, tender body pressed against his made him feel open, comfortable, and vulnerable. He was losing his mind as every pore within his body was terribly aching for her. He looked back down at her as he was only slightly taller, still breathing in her scent, oh lord she smelled so good. He gently kissed her on the forehead, softly rubbed his lips over her head, tenderly kissing her over and over, all the while being stimulated by the lovely scent of her body. His senses, desire, his entire being was stimulated. He was being driven insane with the pleasure of the moment. It was utter perfection.
As the soft music continued playing in the background, he held her close, and they began to sway in time with the music. Their bodies, minds, souls and spirits were one for that brief, momentary, imaginary, beautiful evening dance…
Just a life long New Yorker sharing the journey through my lens. Please take note of a post’s date. The views I express here are subject to change and evolving as I grow and learn.