May I have the pleasure,
just one dance with you.
Smiling I take his hand
and he leads me to the floor.
Slowly, barely moving
hips connected, legs intertwined,
holding me closely,
caressing my back, breathing me in.
And then come the whispers
subtle, urgent and soft in my ear.
And I close my eyes, thinking,
it should be you.
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