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Don't walk away
with the noise of voices calling
Don't walk away
give a little of the love for which you pray

She told me I was dancing too close
I told her I was dancing so close
to try and feel the glow and the vibration
He told me I was dancing too close
I told him I was dancing so close
to try and share the glow and the vibration
Your holy vibration

I will throw all these notes printed on paper at the sky
let it fold in the wind into green airplanes if for only one

Small moment to feel you just dancing, just dancing
If for only to feel you just dancing, dancing
Gladys P May 2014
An upscale lounge well known,
For its ambiance and specialty cocktail,
Which includes live entertainment dancers,
On stage, in fine detail.

While a  glamorous female stood in front of the bar,
With a deep sea blue martini, in her right hand,
In an ice cold oversized snifter, dipped in sugar upon the rim,
Where she leisurely stands.

With a pink orchid,
And blue twisted glow stick, placed inside her drink,
Taking rhythmical steps,
Side by side, in sync.

Dressed in a strapless dress, slightly above her knee,
Nicely fitted, in shades of purple, green and teal,
Displaying a genuine soft look,
With such great appeal.

When a young man walked in,
And gazed into her seductive dark brown eyes,
Reaching out his hand,
Asking her to dance, as he passed by.

She was absolutely stunning,
With fair complexion, short black hair, a beautiful silhouette,
And a radiant smile, reliving her early days,
An unbelievable night, quite difficult to forget.

She appeared divine,
Upon the dance floor, mainly surrounded by youth,
Dancing salsa throughout the night,
And mixed melodies, near the DJ booth.

— The End —