By Gala
Date: 9 June 2000
Slow Dancing
Music washes over me
some old song I half forgot
suddenly makes me long
to spin slowly in your arms
close enough to feel your heart beating
near enough to kiss you
without even trying.
It is an excuse to hold you
and our clothing keeps it all proper
even if your lips stray
to my shoulder
wander to my neck
or simply tease my wrist
just because you can.
You whisper to me
low enough
that only I can hear.
May I?
Loaded question,
rich with implication,
stunning in suggestion
and my breath catches
for just a moment,
breaking decorum deliciously.
Yes Sir. You May.
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