Dance With Me



Come dance with me,

hear the orchestra play,

a sensual song

while our minds drift away.



With you pressed against me

I feel so aware,

of your breath on my cheek,

the smell of your hair.



Come dance with me

I’ll bring my lips near,

then whisper the words

of our song in your ear.



Sway to the music

while my hands softly grip,

the small of your back

and the curve of your hip.



Come dance with me

with our fingers entwined,

the warmth of your skin,

your thighs pressed to mine.



A promise of passion

If our bodies could speak,

murmur excitement

as we dance cheek to cheek.



Come dance with me

while hands gently caress,

the softness of you

beneath the silk of your dress.



My excitement and passion,

I’m sure you’ll agree,

becomes so apparent,

when you dance with me.


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