The Dance
They come together on this warm summer night;
wrapped up in each other’s arms in the pale moonlight.
They clinch their hands together as he takes the lead;
She follows without question, letting nothing impede.
With music playing softly their bodies start to sway;
having no thoughts of tomorrow, it will be, come what may.
As the tempo of the music rapidly starts to hasten,
The bodies of the dancers follow without chasten.
The rhythm of the dance quickly becomes more pressing,
and the dancers cling together urgently caressing.
They hold each other tightly in the ecstasy of romance
as the weary dancers conclude their horizontal dance.
Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2017
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