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In Mid StepYou finally asked me to dance. Did you read my mind? What luck, my favorite love song fills the air. When I put my hand in yours did you feel me tremble? With every breath, I inhale your scent. You make me dizzy. I feel your hand in the curve of my back pulling me ever so close. I think I stopped breathing. This slow song is almost over. My cheek moves away from yours and we are face to face. Your warm breath tickles my eyelashes. Our lips have never been this close before. Oh, how I want to kiss you. We stand, in mid step, staring, longing, hearing the song's last refrain. Sadly, the swaying ends and I hear my unquenched lips say "Thank you for the dance" as we part and time moves forward once again. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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