This dance we do, just me and you. Floating around and making sweet sounds. The way you hold me and tell me you want me. It’s all apart of this dance we do.
You make me feel comfortable; mind, body, and soul. You tell me I’m beautiful and that I’m perfect like I already know… You’re not trying to win me, not trying to woo… just saying what’s inside of you.
The intent in your eyes.. your hand on my neck as you kiss me and pull me in. You pick me up and swing me around. Every time I’m with you, it’s like this is all new. We’re old friends, this dance seems it’s coming to an end…
I don’t want these feelings; they eat away at me. Lingering hope, a false security, a tragic ending that I await to come.