Graphic design © N. L. Meek 03-20-2002

The Dance


He studies her face
As her hips glide
Slowly across the floor
And he always seems to know...


When she's ready to dance


Love knows the right moves
Each time better than before
Eyes locked, their song begins
And he always seems to know...


When she's ready to dance


The music plays inside their heads
As the world disappears
Dedicated to the dance, they slide
In perfect unison to the beat


She looks up, touching his lips
Shoving her body against him
Pulling together, they move
In perfect unison to the beat


With fingers laced, they kiss
Rocking together to love's tune
Skin glistening in the glow of the moon
And it's funny how he knows...


When she's ready to dance


Drowning in her upturned eyes
He takes her down with him
Suddenly, nothing else matters
And it's funny how he knows...


She's ready to dance

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