Slow dance with me, love.
As my hand takes your hand,
And we raise them to the sky above.
Her skin, warm like sand,
Covering the beaches of paradise.
Her smile, like pearls.
The glisten in her eyes
As she twirls.
Her movement is gentle like the clouds,
As our love begins to enshroud.
We are isolated,
This treasure, this temporary pleasure,
Is a realm I never want to let go,
But the end of the dance is inevitable,
As we all return to the status quo.
Slow dance with me,
So I can feel the fiery passion...
... At least, temporarily.
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