Mariacha #4 "Mi tía y yo"

My left hand was resting on her soft and perfectly molded hip. My right hand remained raised and strongly entwined with her delicate fingers. As if we were two lovers, our eyes were complicit, fixed, and gazing at each other simultaneously, without looking at anyone else. Without wanting to look at anyone else. Our feet, which drew love to the rhythm of a song, finally stopped moving and our eyes separated so that we could fulfill our final purpose. Disappear. At that moment, I didn't care what my family would think, my feet didn't stop moving, they moved in sync with my aunt's, and what united us was the connection between our hands, which remained firmly entwined, but this time on the opposite side from where we had danced. This went on until we reached floor 5, where the interior was dark, and her balcony showed the infinite stars. No one could interrupt us there, no one would call my name or hers, no one would find what we did in that moment, two alone, aberrant; no one would bother us. And with that security of not being surprised, we kissed. Her lips were passion, her juices elixir of life, and the softness with which our tongues fought kept us oblivious to what could happen at that moment in our lives. We had committed adultery! I wasn't romantically committed to anyone, but the guilt she carried, I decided to carry it with her. Because she had been unfaithful to my uncle with me, and acting indifferent as if nothing had happened wasn't mine. I decided to blame myself too, because I wanted everything with her, I wanted to have a wife, children, a family, with her. And since I forgot my own guilt suddenly, I was willing to make her forget it with me suddenly. And so it was...