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She gently put her finger tips on the smooth, mahogany banister; chills running up her delicate frame and into her spine. Taking a step down the marble staircase and onto the main floor, she looked around; awe escaping her moist pink lips, which were the colour of cherry blossoms with the texture of a lilies petal, and the taste of honey and heavens. Slowely she advanced further, ballroom gown pronouncing her curves in an elegant way as to which, the gentleman stopped and stared. His eyes were glued to hers, such an intense stare could only be the work of limerence. He swiftly yet softly moved his hand out, and she excepted gracefully; her petite hand in his. He gently guided her towards the centre of the room, and suddenly the sound of Beethoven began to play. Just as he smiled, he pulled her closer and started to dance. She couldn't believe she could move so graceful and elegant; this was not her usual self. The music began to get slower as he pulled her in towards him, just inches apart from his face. His eyes burned through hers and into her heart, her breath was becoming quick, and although she had once kissed a man before, being this close to him made her blush uncontrollably. They danced slowly with a sense of fiery passion, bodies pressed together and heartbeats matching; how she wanted his lips to brush up against hers. As the song ended, they parted for a brief moment and then held hands once again. Her long beautiful hair smelled of fruit, and as she moved he would take in a breath and sigh of relief. As another wonderful Classical song began to play, he brought her close, his hands on her waist as they moved as one; the thought of his touch made it hard for her to move her legs to the sound of the lovely music. She began to lose thought as he swept her off her feet and pulled her into dream land. She put her head on his shoulder allowing him to smell her lovely scent, and allowing her to smell his. The song once again ended and this time she looked up at him as he looked down at her; she closed her sparkling blue eyes as he moved in for the finish. He pressed his lips against hers with such an intense feeling, an electric shock shot up his body; his hands placed on both of her cheeks. He closed his eyes and kissed her again, imaginary fireworks shooting out into the sky. As he slowly pulled away, he opened his eyes and smiled at her; she smiled and placed her head onto his chest. He wrapped his arms around her as they lay there for what seemed to be forever. He lifted her chin, gazed into her eyes, and told her that he wanted to spend forever with her; a tear escaped her eye as she nodded in agreement. They shared one more kiss, gazed into each others loving eyes, and held each other in complete and utter limerence.
- by year of the monkey101 |
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- | Submitted on 07/15/2012 |
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- Title: A dance with limerence
- Artist: year of the monkey101
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Description:
I wrote this short story about a few months back for my friend Kevin. This sums up part of his dream in life.
The definition of limerence: Limerence is considered as a cognitive and emotional state of being emotionally attached or even obsessed with another person, typically experienced involuntarily and characterized by a strong desire for reciprocation of one's feelings - a near-obsessive form of romantic love. - Date: 07/15/2012
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