The Dance

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In every moment, I count the seconds, count the minutes, count the days 

I can’t wait for the moment when your hands are on my face

Your lips are caressing my lips in a dance all their own 

A fire ignited in each of our souls 

In the aftermath is where you and I begin

It is at that moment the beauty of our storm begins

Down to the heat

Down to the flames

Down to the core 

Down to the moment when our bodies become one 

Sheer delight

The sweetest pleasure 

Feel the pressure of your hips on mine 

Our bodies connected in the perfect storm

I am yours 

You are mine

A burning inside of me only you can quench

In every moment, I count the seconds, the minutes, the hours, and count the days 

For the moment when you twirl me in your arms 

Spiraling down, we begin our dance 

Where countless miles are suddenly erased for brief periods in time, you and I dance forever together, two hearts united bound by our love

A love story forged across the sands of time. 

Published by Forest of Words

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