The Last Dance

“Dance with me”
the stranger said
as the warmth from his hand fed mine
enveloping my body
like a butter soft glove, melting into each other

I heard no other sounds, just his warm breath
and alluring words whispered softly
against my ear, words my body craved

pressed so close are bodies became one
rocking, and gyrating to the beat
exciting, and igniting the fire that burned within
our eyes met, speaking for us, drinking each other in,
making our own music, dancing a lovers dance

I never got his name, this stranger, but I
thank him, for giving me exactly what I needed,
and I needed the last dance