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Sep 2010
The dance of you is sure and slow.
You pull me in,
hold me tight.
We sway to our own music,
a melody only our souls can hear.
My head on your chest,
your hands on my hips.
Our rhythm is slow and building,
just like those old swing songs you love so much.
We can dance like this forever,
for the rest of our lives.
SJ Stine
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