She moves with a grace I cannot imagine,
A style, a sway that I can never fathom.
She glides across this crowded dance floor
Lightly in my arms, sweetly kissing, I want more.
More dances, more chances, I am in such a trance
From your beautiful brown hypnotic eyes. My chance
At living in this life, in this moment with you.
These days, these beautiful nights are far too few.

07/05/2009

Posted on 07/05/2009
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