Non-Erotic PoetryDancingClosing my eyes,
I can imagine you
Standing
Behind me,
Hands on my waist.
You turn me
Towards you,
Our arms
In the dancing position.
Music playing softly
In the background.
We dance
Around the room,
Slowly,
Lightly.
Feels like
We’re walking on air.
In real life,
I’m swaying
To the music
While I’m sitting here.
I can’t wait
Til we really are
Dancing
Together.
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