Copacabana... Copacabana...


Oh man, it's still stuck in my head. I try to focus on her soft breath, but even that can't seem to take the melody away.

I couldn't take my eyes off her last night, and she knew that. All night she played with me, in a sexy way. I just let it happen, but didn't dare to take the step.
She did.

It wasn't really unexpected. Well, in one way it was, since we decided not to... do anything again. But God, the tension had been extreme in the car, especially when we had arrived.

And now her naked body is laying on top of me, and her brown hair tickels a little against my cheeks.

Her make-up is still quitte intact, only a little mascara off her wimpers, and some dark red lipstick on her jaw. The earrings that she's still wearing feel cold on my bare chest, the little silver ones.
But her hair is not like last night anymore, it fell down during the night. It felt special somehow; the hair up for the public, down for me. But maybe that doesn't mean anything.

Music and passion... were always in fashion...

She lifts her head up from my chest, frowning a little.

"You're doing it again," she mumbles smiling and rolls over.

Her legs against mine, she wraps her arms around me.

"I wasn't singing out loud..." I answer apoloziging. I really wasn't.

"You were humming."

Oh.

"I woke you up?"

"Nahh...," she moans and picks up my hand so our fingers intertwine.
"...You never answered my question."

The hottest spot...north of havana...

"You never finished it," I answer back and turn on my side so I can look at her.

She nods and smiles softly. "Would you like to...," she begins again.

I raise my eyebrows, waiting for the rest of the question.
"Would I like to...," I repeat teasing.

"It's not relevant anymore." She waves the question away and looks up to me. "Since apparently I made myself clear," she smirks and lays closer against me, her face against my chest again.

Smiling I caress her cheek with my thumb and rub

away the dark red left overs of her lipstick.

"At the copa...," she sings softly.
I feel the movements of her lips against my chest.

"... they fell in love," I chuckle but then she places her hand on my mouth.

I smile and kiss the inside of her hand. She smirks and lays her head down again.

I pull the comforter over our bodies and press myself a little closer against her. She sighs, still looking quitte sleepy, and closes her eyes again. I play with her hair for awhile, but start to drift off again as well.

And I think I answered her question.

Because I did like to.