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Come Hither and Dance
come hither and dance my sweet
we will revive the stars and the moon
gods of the cosmos will be jealous
our moves will be exquisitely our own
I did not hesitate when he held out his hand
it was warm, firm, determinedly manly,
his smile warmed my face and my heart
I heard a giggle, not realizing it was mine
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Caren Krutsinger
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