I glance off to my right.
And see a reflection of my intent in her eyes.
Silent promises are spoken of the night ahead.
"How 'bout a drink?"
Rounds come and go as her laughter
Banishes the world around,
And my dance floor caresses smooth away all inhibitions.
"Let's go somewhere more private."
The answer is left unspoken with a smile.
Her hand in mine.
I glance off to my left.
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