Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, September 01, 2015

Romatic Dance

Meet me in the kitchen
for a romantic dance,
spinning in a circle
till your arms I land.

Hold me tenderly,
all through the night.
While our hearts
soar like a dove in flight.

Put your hands on my hips
and feel as they coyly sway,
the steps don't matter,
let's just keep it this way.

Meet me in the kitchen
for a romantic dance,
spinning in a circle
till your arms I land.

Nothing else matters,
when I am here with you,
there is no right and wrong
when our love comes shining
through..

I have been waiting
here all day long,
to place my head on shoulder
and listen to the songs.








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