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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