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  • Maybe it was the heat that drew us to each other, there, on that love-worn wooden dance floor. The kind of heat which was less about temperature and more of sensation.

    The gentle breeze outside the open door became hotter as it permeated the interior of that old backstreet bar. It was sultry and sexy and relentless. The music seemed to beckon me from the street, inviting me in like an old friend. From the moment I crossed the threshold, my spirit lifted. The small space became that much more intimate and the music became fluid and sensual. It was a quiet force which simply took me over. I smiled, allowing my soul to drink it in.

    The uncompromising mix of bodies and sweat moved slowly and unabashedly to the live sultry N'awlins beat. You, the self-prescribed non-dancer, sat rather comfortably in that rickety chair as you watched me discover my own beat on that small and intimate dance floor. I can still see your blue eyes twinkling at me as you smiled, drawing your ice cold beer bottle to your mouth.

    You were a local there once upon a time. You told me how much you wanted to show me your New Orleans. The city where you lived a lifetime ago. Earlier that day we walked through your old neighborhood, passing under those glorious old oaks with branches so low we were caressed by the Spanish moss as it drifted all around us.

    You spoke to me of your past lovers there who taught you how to experience pure, unadulterated joy. Of your gentle roommate who was murdered there because he was gay. The old ship captain who took you in and kept you riveted with his stories of the sea. And how you came to meet the woman you knew would one day become your wife.

    I loved you then, listening to you tell your tales. Bare your thoughts that only I would learn of. Your witty commentary drew me to you without effort. Your pure honesty gave me hope. We only just met and I became intimately aware that, before you, I felt rather like a sunflower must after dusk -- my soul was tired and I was waiting for the sun to lift my face so I could feel its intense warmth, wanting to be desired and loved and gloriously happy -- if only for a few hours. And I was. You lifted my soul and made me feel whole as only a lover can.

    You showed me how to live as a lover and then you danced with me.
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