The dance of love
The Dance of Love
Pure as a summer’s breeze
the dance of love is done with ease.
Hearts pounding within the chest.
Fast or slow, there’s no time to rest.
You spin and glide across the floor.
Dip once, dip twice, dip three times and you still want more.
Inhale, exhale with the pace of the beat.
You can’t seem to get enough like cats in heat.
Time for the big finish! So you quicken your stride.
Your face tells it all, the pleasures you feel you know you can’t hide.
An explosion you feel as you twirl your last spin.
Dances like this should count as a sin.
Bodies entwined, moving together as one.
A better dance than this? No way, there is none.
You smile your satisfaction as the dance comes to an end.
In your head a round of applause breaks out as your passion is reeled in.
Wrapped in each other’s arms, you are content.
From one to the other your love has been sent.
Because with the dance of love nothing needs to be said.
Down a passion filled path each has been led.
The dance of love no other can beat.
This dance has no wrongs, isn’t that neat?
Pure as a summer’s breeze,
the dance of love is done with ease.
