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The Dance

Dancing to the rhythm of the music of the heart, heat rises as our embrace tightens. Eyes lock telling each other the depth of passion this moment brings. Swaying gently to the music only we can hear, cheeks softly brush starting a blaze. Lips meet, souls erupt sending shivers running through one body to the next. Hands begin to drift, caressing flesh, as tongues touch for the first moment feeling the heat of desires rise. A sweet demand that fills the soul. Kisses drift down the neck and whispers of our appetites’ bloom. Sparks ignite infernos all around us, the rhythm of the music cannot be denied. Passions detonate, desires explode; in fluid motion we become one, embracing our fullest potential from vibrations of unimpaired perfection. The dance of love is a mystic power allowing passions to finally be released. A union of two hearts entwined into one soul for a brief moment that lasts a lifetime.

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