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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required As I dance my way around the room, mingling freely here and there, a stranger approaches as I say hello to a friend nearby. "Are you here with a date," she asks. To which I reply that I'm not. "Then dance with my friend!" I think to myself, and say aloud, "Sure, why not?" And with nothing more than that and an introduction, the night begins. We dance to the beat of music I don't listen to, we dance along using moves I don't know, and we dance in a place where we can barely hear each other, and yet, we dance on into this remarkable night, flawlessly. Curvaceous hips sway before me, flowing in silk and shimmering in white. A dazzling smile flashes across my view, gorgeous and quick to show. Shining brown eyes flutter and suck me in, glittering at every meeting with mine. Velvety arms draw me tighter to her, beckoning me on in these heavenly revels. My pulse quickens and draws to a halt, time standing still for these glorious moments. I wish it could just go on for good, this night of mystical entrancement. Alas, such is not to be, and she prepares to vanish, like a ghost that was never truly there. I lean in close and say, "Well. Even if you're about to leave, I think you are quite lovely, and I want to thank you for a wonderful night." She returns the sentiment, and onward we dance, to song's end, and to a reluctant parting. As she turns away with not a further word, I stop her with a gentle tug of her hand, and kiss it softly goodbye. She graces me once more with that eager, blessed smile, and then is no more, an ephemeral memory forevermore.
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