Slow Dance
“Dance with me” he says.
She takes his hand
And follows him
To the middle of the dance floor.
He brings her closer to him,
Her arms wrap around his neck,
His hands upon her waist.
She lays her head on his shoulder
And sighs a small sigh of contentment.
As she inhales she smells his cologne,
And smiles; he smells so good.
They hold each other
And twirl in circles while the song plays
And when the song ends,
She longs for more.
*Please note:*
This poem is different from my poem The Dance. This poem was written about me and my
boyfriend at prom, while the other was based off of the 1980s movie Dirty Dancing.
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