Saturday, January 19, 2013

Slow dance.... Prose poem ... (Thought Series)

I remember that song, I haven't heard that song in a long-long time. I remember us slow dancing to it at ...
My memory slowly fades in, she's wearing a blue pants suit, white blouse, dark blue shoes, the fragrance of her perfume slowly filtering into my nostrils...

Check to cheek,
On a crowded dance floor,
Arms hold on tight,
Soft firm breast, impel into taut chest,
Bodies embrace in a sensuous soulful slow dance,

Crowded dance floor becomes a distance memory,
While soft slow music of love enhance in minds forever,
As love arrives and enters our hearts and souls, without knocking....

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