I have a dream. A simpler and more selfish dream than the original dream visualised in tandem with this saying. My dream.

The strangely comforting smell of cigarettes and alcohol linger in the background and the sound of someones heart breaking churns out steadily from the juke box in the corner. Continuous monotone conversation meanders around the room from the bar to the door, and blurred in the background are friends playing pool and drinking merrily. Talking quietly, completely enthralled by each other, I stop regularly to laugh shyly and nervously spin my drink stirrer, listening intently; while you look into my eyes so intensely it sends the butterfly's in my stomach wild. Leaning into each others space across the small booth table, you take my hand and ask me to dance as a slow tear jerking song begins to unwind. There is a small space to one side of the bar and without another word you lead me there, spinning me into you until our body's meet firmly and sliding your arm around my waist as I gently place my hand on your shoulder. Taking my other hand to chest height and resting it between us, you look directly at me while starting a slow movement with the count of the beat. Melting into one another, both in ore of the moment and nothing needs voicing. Our free hands remain linked and caress the other in an opening/closing, skin tingling motion and my heels glide across the floor tipping my line into yours and following your lead effortlessly. You strongly support and guide me and offer a cheek to cheek moment allowing the smell of one another to readily perfuse the immediate area. My heart begins to race as your hand lowers to the small of my back generating a concentrated warmth through my satin blouse, to that ever so sensitive part of me. My hand strays from your shoulder to stroke the back of your neck while our pelvises orientate closer our legs alternating and inter-wound so that our motion becomes less grand and more localised to the spot. Bringing your eyes to meet mine again your mouth brushes across my lips generating an air thick with longing and the motion becomes a complete stand still. Suddenly I come to understand the phrase 'undressing each other with their eyes', as I become completely yours to possess.

I have a dream.