Icicle Five

We met at Rita's Dance School. He didn't have a partner. I had one, but the guy backed out at the last minute. We made a pair considering we both needed partners. Mrs. Rita made us pair up. When she first told him, he looked across the room, and our eyes locked. I knew right then that it was going to be something for the record books. He walked across the room and held out his hand. I just accepted it. It and everything I didn't know that came with it. Mrs. Rita just smiled like she had some kind of hidden agenda. I didn't care. I was lost in him. We salsa-ed, tangoed and swung the two hour class away. I really can't remember anything but him. Him and the feel of his hands on me. Although, I do know I was awful. I kept messing up and screwing the dance steps around. We both laughed together every time I messed up. He showed me what I was doing wrong. It wasn't anything to be ashamed of. I got most of it. I was too busy watching his eyes. Jeeze, those green eyes. That had to be the first thing I feel for. Those emotional eyes of his. I could look into him and know almost exactly what he was feeling. The class passed by way too fast, and before I knew it, I was telling him goodbye. I had figured I'd see him the next week at class. The next week came and he wasn't there. My heart hung heavy and low. The next class came, and he still didn't show. The next class came, and he still didn't show. I should have gotten his number, or at least a name. I don't think I'll ever forgive myself for that, or forget him. Him. Maybe with time, I will forget him. But for now I'll remember him as I practice my dance steps. That's all I could do. Take things bit by bit. One step at a time. One foot in front of the other.

Icicle Six

Her dark blue eyes stayed fixed on the screen only pausing for moments to look down at the book in her lap. Her glasses fixed at the edge of her nose helped to make the assignment a little more painless. A sigh managed to escape her lips as she continued typing. The sound of the keys drowned out the sound of the door behind her opening and closing. The person did his best to keep his task quiet to increase the element of surprise. The typing stopped for a moment as she looked down, but then quickly resumed. He made his way to her. Her not even noticing because she was consumed in what she was doing. Her sullen expression turned to a startled one as warm lips lightly touched the skin of her right shoulder; tingles emitting from the soft kiss. She let a loving smile cross her face and then continued typing. Disappointed in the reaction, the lips move up her neck, leaving little kisses up until the midway point in her neck, where they stopped. They stayed there, giving that single spot all the love and attention they could muster. After a about a minute, they stopped, confident with the evident color change, and continued on their journey to the ear. She began to giggle, still not taking her concentration off her task, as the soft lips started to trail kisses on her sensitive facial skin. They stopped and a warm hand moved the hair so he could gain access to her ear. "Come play? Take a break? Please?" His voice flowed into her ear like music. She couldn't help but giggle. "When I'm done." She softly replied. He sighed and let his chin rest on her shoulder. She typed a last sentence and triumphantly called that she was done. His eyes perk up as he begins to trail soft butterfly kisses from the base of neck. Little tingles followed steadily after, marking the lips' progress. They continued down the arm until he reached her hand. He chuckled as he spun her around on the chair. She squealed happily which was soon stopped by his lips crashing on to hers. "Come play?" He questioned once more against her lips, savoring the touch. She lightly nodded a 'yes'. His eyes lit up and he picked her up, the book falling to the floor to be worried about later, and they spun around, her laughing in delight. He set her down and kissed her with everything he had, before picking her up once more and carrying her out the door. They had a date with a movie and a couch.

Icicle Seven

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, taking in the cool air. The smells of grass, trees, of the country filled her senses. She smiled feeling the soft grass beneath her where she sat. It was cold to the touch, a refreshing feeling from the hot city cement. She opened her eyes again. It was almost time. The sky had started to paint it self with a light orange. Pulling up her knees, she wrapped her arms around them and observed the scenery before her. Words couldn't describe the elated feeling she felt looking out at the country side from a top the grassy hill. Trees were sporadically placed across the mostly flat grassland, but while that was a beautiful sight to see during the day, that was not what she had come for. The sunset was. The glorious sunset. She laughed thinking how painters desperately tried to imitate one of nature's most beautiful works of art. Each one was glorious and completely different. No two alike. Those painters never could, and they never would be able to show the sunset like it should be shown. No camera or easel could ever capture the passion, the artistry, the colors, the feelings she felt as the sky painted itself with more colors, ranging from orange to red to blue and purple. The sunset was a sight to behold indeed, for anyone brave enough to witness it.