As I slowly enter the room, I look around and I see her
standing there surrounded by the soft glow of flickering
candles and swaying gently to the soft piano music playing
in the background
She reaches up to move a lock of auburn colored hair from her beautiful face and our eyes lock all the way across the room.
I begin moving through the others oblivious of all else...
Her eye's never leave mine as I take her drink, putting it aside and gently take her soft hand in mine
Our hungry gaze says it all...
Without a word I lead her to the dance floor where I reach up and let her hair down and run my fingers through the soft silky strands
I put my arms around her waist drawing her close as we begin to dance both to the music and to the promise of things to come...
Copyright © Michael Thompson | Year Posted 2017
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