Monday, 14 November 2011

The Dance

I see you from across the room, swaying towards me.
That unmistakeable swagger is so undeniable.
We touch in the centre, our eyes meet.
To feel pulses race through skin, the tensions rise in the air.
You grab my by the waist and we start our journey.
From one point to another, slowly going through the motions.
We move in one accord, our bodies entwined.
The passion is built. The excitement, inevitable.
Through it all, we are absorbed, bodies stiff, never wavering.
Swooping, sashaying, lifts and turns; magical embraces at every turn.
Higher and higher we enter our cloud, reaching the crescendo.
Hitting that impact we come crashing down, the final play the best of all.

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