Magical


He takes my hand and walks me
to the middle of the floor as
his hands are wrapped around my waist,
dancing as if we are one flesh.

I lay softly against his chest,
as a whiff of his cologne
appears with a pleasant smell of
deep romance that rises through the night.

We rock side to side, to the sound
of the music that pushes the rhythm
of our bodies. I look into his chestnut eyes
as he gazes into mine, as if
no one else is here.

Our lips meet,
with a soft magical feeling
as we dance the night away.

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