My Adult Observation

He sees her off in the corner at the swingers ball, dancing a slow dance witha very handsome man. He knows they are swinging, but he has to get the courage up to go talk to them. Swallowing hard he walks very directly over to the same corner his prize is in, andasks to cut into the dance. The taller gentleman obliges and steps out, allowing the dance to continue between the new couple.

He is afraid to speak, she is the perfect picture of beauty and grace. Her lips are large and plump and very kissable. Her eyes are the softest jade green he has ever seen. She dances gracefully with him, a slight blush to her cheeks, obviously she was not aware of her beauty.

"Miss, my name is Jarral and I would love a night with you." There, he said it, and he can feel his face heat. She is amazing and strangely lovable.

She stared at him, her eyes so soft, yet intense, "That could be arranged Jarral." She says at last, and brings him closer to kiss him. Unlike her previous partner she can easily reach his lips, and kisses him again. As she pulls away she realizes that they had stopped dancing in the passion of their kissing.

He is completely flabbergasted. Gazing into her eyes he finds himself seeing how lovable she really is. He can see himself kissing her all night, and cooking breakfast for her in the morning. She was definitely special. They step back into the rhythm of the new song that is now playing when he realises he does not know her name.

"Miss, what is the name the angels blessed you with?" He said quietly into her ear.

"Keira, kind Jarral." She is enraptured with him, she wants to kiss him again, yet she is terrified that he is just a dream. A wonderfully lovable dream that would quickly vanish in a puff of smoke if she were to move too quickly.

"Keira," he whispers, "amazing." They kiss slowly and passionately as the band transitions into another slow song.