Holding her life in front of you.
Against you.
Slow dancing when the notes hit are so perfect in mood.
In feeling.
So perfectly in tune with you,
her and your mind and souls.
Feelings.
The warmth of mind.
Warmth of soul just between us.
Her body moves.
Warm, solid, independant.
Unlike the dreams and wishes of a slow dance
that tease me from time to time.
The fragile hand flat against me.
Her soft face
long hair
The night sky
the stars.
Music.
On…please yes!
Carry on…