his hand on my waist, my hip. gently pushing me this way and that. both of us looking down, watching what we are doing, making sure we are moving in sync. looking up simultaneously and making shy, smiling eye contact with bright sparkling eyes. all the while, our hips moving in circles together, back and forth, pushing against each other from the front, then the back. i feel foolish and clumsy, i'm not sure what i'm doing or where this new body will lead me next. i'm blushing and laughing with the thrill of feeling pretty, sexual, alive! i want to smell him and lick him all over. really, i just want one kiss.
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it is really tempting to take your anger out on the person you think you are mad with. there are lots of ways to justify why this is okay, but i think it is important to realise that there is only one person dictating your reactions to situations: that person is you. everyone that ever does you wrong is only doing what they think is right for themselves.
i think expressing anger really does no good in the long run. you may think it's temporary, but it is remembered and recycled by the person you take it out on. acknowledge it, see it for what it is, and let it go. that is what i strive for. no bottling up, no exploding to let out the steam. neither extreme. just realising the root of my anger and letting it go.