I walked through the quarter today and listened to Strange Fruit. I closed my eyes and imagined dancing slowly with you, my cheek pressed against yours, your hand in mine. I turn my lips to kiss your face, slide them slowly down to your neck, kiss the tender little spot between your jaw and your ear, before coming to rest for a moment on your shoulder. My arm around your waist, my hand in the small of your back, I feel your skin on my lips, smell your hair.
The Way You Look Tonight comes on as I stop at a corner, waiting to cross and I almost forget where I'm going, because "i'm thinking of you..."
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