Photo: Gunita Klauga

She has got a lot to tell you

He looked at me with his amazing brown eyes, which seemed to burn through me and know all my secrets - the secrets I would never let him know.

Yes, I know you're so terribly young, I thought, and that's why I don't want you to see just how shy I am. Oh my God, I don't look desperate just because I want to touch you, do I?

I decided to turn to the barman and order my drink, hoping that it would help the situation and make me into the sexy woman I wanted to show him I was. The ash from my cigarette fell on the floor and at the same moment the music on the dance floor got louder and more rhythmic.

I just had time to think to myself that my heart was beating loud enough to be an instrument in the band before he asked "do you really need this?!"

Oh, he meant alcohol. I licked my lips and managed to touch his hand for a moment. A sip of my cocktail gave me a small, warm shiver through my body which in another moment gave me the certainty not only of my real sexual thoughts but also the strength of the alcohol...

Would you like to dance with me? he said, grabbed my hand and pulled me to the dark disco-lit room. I don't know if the music got even louder suddenly, but I felt like it surrounded us and we didn't had any choice; we just had to drift into it. Yes, he has got lots of energy was my last reasonable thought. In the next moment the only thing in my mind was his body and the strong movements... Yes, he had a good feel for rhythm! Dancing is actually a sexual act too, you know? One of my old friends used to repeat this phrase again and again...I don't know if it was the alcohol or the smell of his body, but at that moment I had the feeling that I really did believe in this fact.

He made a quick, strong turn and I felt again the power of my best and sexiest dance-partner ever. I gave him a big smile and thought about all the times I'd been in his small town and wanted to call him. Actually I even already knew the smell of his body (the first kiss was just like a taste of raspberries) ...I was always very careful about how I got closer to him, so that I wouldn't scare him too much.

Tonight he opened the door of his apartment! It was so tidy that I felt as if I'd landed in a perfect world for the first time in my lifetime. It's the right moment, I suddenly sensed with my whole body and pressed my lips almost forcefully on his....Passionate from my side and quick from his... My old friend was right, it was like dancing again!

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Dance fever!

Light was already coming through the windows as I tried to analyse that night's spiciness lying next to him. It was almost romantic, till I got disturbed by my dancer jumping out of bed and suddenly running to have a shower. My thoughts automatically went back to our first dance last summer "We can't do this, it's not good" he said at that time, so innocently sexy that it took me a couple of minutes to concentrate on what he was actually saying. I remembered feeling like a she-tiger looking at meat and not be able to have it. I heard the shower running and just stayed lying on his bed with my eyes wide open. Suddenly I noticed a small wooden cross hanging over his bed. I got slowly out of bed to examine it and caught myself smiling...suddenly I got the meaning of his words last summer...

Constantin was Polish and only 19 years old.