Saturday, August 26, 2006

I Shall Dance


I know now what I want...I want to dance.

I want to dance the Waltz and be the graceful belle of the dancefloor. I want to run around the beat and Salsa on every corner of the room. I want to swear through the Swing and play with the Cha-Cha. And I want to dance the Rumba. I want my dance partner to hold me like I'm his lady love. I want him to touch me like I'm on fire. I want him to pull me like he he just fell in love. And I want him to push me like he's been broken into pieces...

I want to dance.

I just need someone to ask me...Shall we dance?
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