/A Tune That My Page Heard/
You tell me you cannot dance so let me prove you wrong tonight. Put your hands on my waist love and let me confide , don't be scared love we are not dancing tonight. Just look in my eyes. Let's hold a conversation but our lips keep quiet respond not to my words but to my touch this time. I'll swing my hips to the rhythm of your heart, let your breath become the music the beat of this hazy sunlight what are you quiet for reply and there you go that's how we keep the night going with our steps going from one topic to another as you twirl me side to side.
Keep the conversation going like you always do, on the edge , oh you make me swoon careful darling! Hold me so I don't slip on my words , hold me so that I slip for someone else this night keep me engaged your witty words and show me whether your hands move has sharp as your tongue and keep this conversation going. Pick me up like a sweet confession and put me own like a witty remark. And here you go eyes in eyes , breath mixed too difficult to separate a taste of rhythm on my mind.As you end the talk with an ending comment with me still in your arms you'll know that we are not dancing tonight.And you'll know these hips don't but these lips do lie cause baby boy look who danced this time.
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He Called Me His Beloved
Poetry"Cause the world moves fast love and the thoughts run wild and I'm running out of time let me hold you a bit longer let me kiss you a bit hard today and for the tomorrow that's near let my words sing the melody of you and me." HE CALLED...