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The Dance
Black lace dress molds my curves
Thigh peaking from the slit above
My feminine essence intoxicating
Your eyes greet mine in thoughts of love
Can’t resist looking deep in your soul
Burning with the same hungry wish
Fusing with the mood of your heart
Love at first sight was not a myth
It was that gleam in those eyes
When you asked me to dance
Your elegant stroll out on the floor
That seductive look the cursive glance
Your arm firmly around my waist
The music swells the dancers glide
Hold me close like a flower pressed
A rush of excitement wells inside
I felt so intimately connected
Close enough to feel your breath
Deep in the music in each other
Dance the well felt executed step
Something about your dancing
Oozes tango from every pore
You move smooth soft and silky
Sends shivers up my spine and more
That deeply felt underlying pulse
Heightens each sensation
The flowing sweeps the music stirs
Into the sea of imagination
As if hypnotized in a dream
Where two become as one
Moves – turns – I surrender
Poise like a black dying swan
Curiosity pleasure as our guides
Exploring our limits in each other
Bathed in passions of ignited fire
In this love we share together
Beryl McMullen
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