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Never with Melody, always with rhythm...February 23, 2006 - 3:49 a.m.
You know, I never have sexual fantasies about her, though our sex was pretty good and abundant enough that I never went wanting. I have... dance fantasies about her. A sultry tango, a difficult and sometimes-awkward dialogue in white suit, black lace, fishnets and heels. A sweaty salsa, Perez Prado racing in the background. An elegant waltz, prim and proper to the outside onlooker but heartfelt and sweet to the two of us. A gentle slow dance in the dark, Artie Shaw's 1940 orchestra low in the background as the cats nudge around our feet. That's what I miss about her: the things I wanted and never knew. She was so impatient. I hope she keeps him long enough that he might know these things. I will send her a killer dance CD. That is my job.
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