Miami Dreams by professional author, Andy Willoughby

(Editor's note: I have no idea if the following story is fictional, or based on a true story. But, I do know this; We should all pursue the romance that we know will make us happy again! Read on and enjoy Andy's amazing writing skills.)

Waking up widowed means that after years of intimacy we now mostly bed alone. A loss that is uncomfortable to express. One day it is there and the next day gone. The desire is still there and that desire feels like a need to most. Whether you are widowed, divorced, or never married, it is very likely you have an intimacy deficiency. I’m not just talking about sex. True intimacy is much more than sex. It is a gentle kiss good night. A pat on the butt at the kitchen sink. A kiss on the neck. Cuddling watching a movie. I’m sure you can add to the list. It is also one that people with a partner fail or refuse to recognize. I don’t blame them. If I have shoes and I meet someone without shoes I think I should buy them shoes or give them mine. That doesn’t work well with intimacy. But none reading this blog are married, so I want to offer a few words of romance to salve that hole in the hearts of many who are reading this. Imagination is a wonderful thing so I am writing this as if I am talking directly to you! Enjoy!

It was a crowded dance floor in Miami, I was in town on business. The club was next to my hotel, and with nothing else to do, I decided to check it out. I sat down at the bar and surveyed the room. There you were in a short red dress that hugged every curvaceous inch like it knew you were the brightest star in the shy. Your slender legs sizzled all the way down to the red stilettos that showcase calves that could take a man’s breath away. Yes, You were a goddess and I was mesmerized. You were dancing with another, but all I saw was you. I immediately felt the chemistry as my heart rate quickened like a schoolboy.

I had never seen anything so beautiful. The way your hair flowed as you danced and even at that distance I could see your eyes sparkle. You were wearing bright red lipstick and I practically drooled every time you smiled and you smiled a lot. I sat there thinking, I have to find a way to meet that woman or I will regret it for the rest of my life. I literally said a prayer “God I must meet this angel!” And just like he answered a cue, the guy you were dancing with stopped, looked at his watch, said something in your ear, and left.

You were standing there with a “what just happened look”. Normally I would have just sat there and wished I had done something. Not this time, it was like I was a totally different person. A man obsessed with the most important mission of his life. My eyes were locked on yours as I moved quickly toward my new treasure. My stare was so intense that it pierced your awareness. You knew I was coming. Those red lips quivered so slightly but there was no mistake in my mind that your eyes beckoned, “Come, I see you!”.

My legs sprang as they rejoiced in the encouragement, you didn’t move, the floor was full but we were the only ones in the building! Each beat of my heart grew stronger as the distance between us weakened. With each step the dense crowd of revelers spread as if to draw me to you, magnifying the magic of the moment.

At less than two steps apart the artists transitioned to a sultry rumba. I didn’t say a word, you didn’t speak. Our eyes connected with the intensity of fire as we began to move to the music. It was like we had danced together forever. Every move was in unison, a glorious trance of motion. My hands found your slender waist and your petite fingers were on my shoulders. I was only gently touching you but absorbed your every move as if your whole body was in my grip. My heart was in my throat and I don’t believe either one of us had yet to take a breath.

The music drew us so close that I tasted your sweet breath on my lips. By now there was no air between us, we were as one as two people could be outside of conjugation. Even our thoughts mated as without a word we embraced the whole of each other. I didn’t know your name but I felt as if you had always been in my life and knew there would be no life if you were ever missing from my presence again.

The music ended, but our embrace remained. There was barely a millimeter between our lips and I instinctively moved to consummate the first of what I dreamed to be a lifetime of kisses when I felt your hand being ripped from my shoulder.

The man you had been dancing with had returned, he dragged you from my arms and out of the building so quickly I was in shock. You were looking back at me the whole time he was stealing you away. I came to my senses and raced toward you ready to fight to prevent the loss, but the people on the floor became boulders and slowed my attack.

I pursued with all my strength, determined to hold you again. I reached the door and saw the man shoving you into the back of a limousine. I raced straining every sinew resolved to stop the escape if it took putting my fist through the driver’s window, but with a screech, it sped away and my last vision was of you in the rear window looking back at me.

I didn’t move, soaking in every glimpse of you till the picture was too small to focus and my eyes were too blurred by tears. Even after the car was beyond my sight, I stood there in the street with cars honking and I vowed to myself that somehow if it took the rest of my life and every dollar I had, I would find you, we would dance again, I would taste your kiss and no one would ever pull you from my arms again!

(Am I a mess or what? Go to andywilloughby.com for more weird stuff.) Andy Willoughby.")