In the car, driving down the freeway, the music playing. He sang, he sang for me and to me. Such a beautiful voice to match a wonderful person.
Sitting at the bar, listening to the band. His hand on my thigh, comfortably.
Dancing at the club. Pressed against the stage, him grinding behind me. Turn around, his hand snakes between my legs and lifts me straight up, leans me over and kisses me.
