Slow Dance Me
Sweep me off my feet
no soft shoe or rock fantasy
just bare stockings and toes
gliding slow and steady
delicate steppings along the floor;
rest your head upon my shoulder
grab onto the dream once more.
Eyes closed, breath soft and gentle
the scent of lavender in the air
the smell of shampooed hair
aftershave at the nape of your neck
with tender kisses asking for more;
no need to say anything
just slow dance me.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2019
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