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He strolled into the darkly lite room
giving off the scent of confidence
that eminated from him
that was palpable
even though
the room was crowded
with partygoers -
his skin was a rosy ivory
and hair curly and long
while his eyes took in the scope of the room
and there he spotted her
sitting off to one side with her friends...
the dark eye lashed man strode purposefully
across the room where she sat
"Would you care to dance with me" he asked politely
as she rose and took his hand
and with that began the Tango
there and then began the Dance of Love
as she fit into him like a hand into a glove.
Copyright © Cherilyn Fry | Year Posted 2011
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