Slow Dance
Music lightens,
Lights all soften—
Dare she dance with you?
Up, she glances,
Cheeks flush ashen,
Slight nod “yes”, her chin.
Slight hand in yours,
To dance floor edge,
Coy and antsy eyes.
Just touch lithe waist,
She inches close,
Fragrance so divine!
Mere steps and sways,
Young breasts kiss chest,
Cheek finds silken hair …
Sweet music: flow;
Hold tight to her,
Keep this moment grand.
Copyright © David Bose | Year Posted 2016
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