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Soft Dance
Maybe we could just have one dance,
but most likely
I would only tremble to your touch;
holding back to your ear that I look,
glancing soft upon the lips that I watch,
and I enjoy the breath
that I’m breathing back out,
leaving it lay against
the awe, and the wonderment,
then we embrace with the sweetest of song
entranced as I rush, as you take my breath in,
and the softest dance starts.
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