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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Dance
[time] => 2008-05-22 08:50:55
[hometext] => Just something written after a dance with a mysterious partner. Hugs M
[bodytext] => She never knew it could feel this way. Spinning, laughing, swaying. One hand about her waist, the other wrapped around her own hand. He led her across the dance floor and she felt light as a feather. He made her feel absolutely FEMALE. Caressed by his masculinity and absorbed in his attention. Two smiles, meeting in the middle for a kiss that the stars were jealous of. His eyes were hooded with Desire and her's hooded with "come hither". She whispered in his ear and he shivered. So bold yet shy were her actions as if this had never happened before. But then again, maybe it hadn't. Could she remember a time when she felt so cherished? Was there ever a moment that she danced on clouds? She could not think about the past she was blinded by the present. What was his name? Wow, what was hers? Did she care? She moved in each direction he led as though this was where she was meant to be. Then, all too soon, the song faded. She held his hand longer than intended. And he could not let her go without knowing more. The music gone the dance continued. Stolen moments... the meeting of eyes and lips. Never before had she felt so calm and energized like this. But as always, goodbyes happened. She walked away looking back and he was looking back and they were looking back. Goodbye!?! Maybe not... [comments] => 3 [counter] => 190 [topic] => 2 [informant] => nativesunflower4 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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