I know you mean me no love. Yet this is how I must pay.
I dance with you. It has been forever and ever. My arms around you, I tell you that you look like a dream in your gorgeous burgundy dress. You know full well what effect the twirl of your dress has on me. The mirrors on the walls around us call on all our dances past. If I could tear my eyes away from your face, your neck, the swell of your breasts, and look around me I would know their fate. Reminiscences swirling about us, I nuzzle your neck gently, holding you close as we sway to the distant music. Your heartbeat melds with mine like intertwined fingers. I kiss your hands, lingering on the feel and taste of your skin.
Desire, shorn of urgency and yet unfailingly potent, wraps around us like the night.
I will not dream tonight. I may not ever.
Outside my mind, reason knocks on the door. I know its warning well. I know what a dance with you portends. But you my love, my everlasting love, are all what my dreams are because of.
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