Slow Dancing
Slow dancing beneath the candle light.
He dips me just the way I like, with two left feet, both mine and his.
Content for this moment only, where we are intertwined, my lips parting his, for but a moment to catch my breath.
We proceed to dance, we proceed drenching both of our hearts and souls in starry bliss.
Slow dancing, underneath a thunderstorm, slowly twirling in the rain.
The night is warm, the fire echoes in our souls, we are both drenched in this unquenchable desire, and dance the night away until we are both worn.
He looks deep inside my starry eyes and tells me, "I love you".
My heavy lids begin to flutter from the enormous weight of love, and i realize i have never been so happy in my entire life...
..Slow dancing with him, under the candle light.
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