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

Her: 

I remember that song, I haven't heard that song in a long-long time. I remember us slow dancing to it at .... 

Me:

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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