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No one asked her to dance at their Prom that night
It beggars belief in me, what's wrong with these guys
Her beauty is all I see, personified within my sight
To not even to approach, I'm in total amazed surprise

Moving now to the present, although pasts have lived
Paths of life have drawn us to be amidst of each other
Recent discussions daily, our template to never sieve
It beggars belief to me that others they would rather

Now you have to be me to see to what my eyes declare
Breathe with me to see, within politeness my eyes grace
It beggars belief in me what's wrong with these guys stare
To never to ask her to dance, their Prom, invited place



The night has finally arrived for my ask to come to light
To see her standing there for my eyes to behold
Draped against her tanned a dress that so delights
My heart in pumping joy as our evening starts to unfold

At the edge of our bed she stands, her beauty immaculate 
I offer my girl my hand as she smiles we begin to dance
Hands to shoulder to waist, two in movement calculate
Engrossed, absorbed, I'm caught, her scented fragrance

Slowly our hands in roam, listening to 'The Flame' by 'Dare
Eyes in glancing look, anticipating minds in thinking wish
Lobe to necks now met, disheveled clothes reveal bare 
Our song now nears it's end, our hands in touching bliss



Buttons open straps in slide, shoulders where fingers walk
Gravity about to be tested, soft cotton just can't resist
Tongues like fencing epee's, when earlier they just talked
Unison hand in hand, engrossed in naked to bare assist

Covers turned lie silken sheets, rose petals sporadic adorn
Two souls in facing look, kisses aplenty caressing touches
Entwined in loving join, hips grinding torsos bourne 
Rhythmic writhing palms in palms, lovingly in clutches

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