THE MAGIC OF SLOW DANCING

WHETHER
on a crowed dance floor
in a ballroom or club;
the magic of holding you
in my arms, seeing the gleam
in your eyes is like being
in a dream walking on clouds.
WHEN
I feel the breath from your nostrils;
then the scent of your skin
I am being mesmerized by one of
Venus' beautiful daughters.  
THEN
when you whisper in my ear,
"Do you want me, all of me?"
I want to shout "YES!" but I say,
"I want YOU more than my next breath."
THEN,
you pull back for a moment with that
sensual smile and say, "Take me home
so we can continue the magic
of our dance. Okay?"
ARRIVING
home the real slow dancing starts
as clothing starts to fall to the carpet.
AND YOU ...