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May 2014
Give me your hand and let me lead you to the floor.
We're love dancing to whatever song is on?

Maybe some Sinatra, Martin or Tony Bennett.
Maybe Paul Simon or James Taylor and Carly Simon.

It doesn't matter, when we're love dancing.

Oh, you're shocked.
Maybe amazed to see the one you love acting this way.
But sometimes, things should be a surprised changed.

Play me some Paul, John, George and even Ringo.
It doesn't matter, as long as you dance along.

Let me slowly spin you aware.
As Mel Tillis or Conway Twitty belts out a song.
Throw in some Loretta Lynn or Lynn Anderson.

Whatever your choice for pure pleasure?

Maybe Marvin Gaye or Al Green or Barry White.
Just realize with them singing things might affect the night.

Play some Howlin' Wolf or Muddy Waters or some Rolling Stones.
Just realize in truth, we need know music to groove ourselves on.
Whisper to me.
And I whisper to you.

We be making more music when the morning comes.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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   --- and Petal pie
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