The Dance
BY TINA LARSON

Eyes calling,
me into his arms.
Lips beckoning,
with their sweet charms.

Hands caressing,
bodies entwine.
Hips swaying
in time with mine.

Hearts beating,
together as one.
Lips murmuring,
passion's begun.

Pulse quickening,
he smiles at me.
Loves beginning,
tranquility.

Music fading,
the dance is done.
Knees trembling,
the night is young.

Copyright ©1999, Tina Larson

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