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First Time: First Dance
04.15.08 | Permalink | 8 Comments

First Dance
(Based off of Miles Davis’ Flamenco Sketches)
On the tip of a patent leather toe
love somehow oiled my squeaky veins,
spinning and tip-toeing a rhythmic trail into my heart.
With overhead lights and smoky-like trails
I seem to be twirling without moving;
Slowly I drink in the spirit of you.
Fingertips trace hands, neck and yours rightfully fall on hips.
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