~ To the rhythm of the ages ~

Across the room,

I sense your flaming look on me;

smouldering with hidden desire

and it pulls me like a moth to a flame. . .

I hear the music -

I feel the rhythm starting deep within my heart,

as you walk towards me

and guide me to the dancefloor;

pulling me close and leading the way. . .

You whisper in my ear

and I whisper my answer

in soft kisses on your lips;

not caring if he sees us or not -

because I feel you in every step,

I follow you in every heartbeat. . .

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