I saw you and it was like the moon turned to silver. Lighting the world into a mystic silver dream. I have never seen anyone as beautiful as you, and I wonder can this be true. Am I really here? In fear that the night might end, I move forward and pinch myself to see if I am awake. I take your hand and we move to the floor, the door has been opened and our souls connect and the music takes us to flight. I ask God to please let this night last, as we move fast then slow to the rhythm. Not missing a beat, as the sweet perfume from your body, intoxicates my mind. I loose track of the time that no longer seems precious, and let the rhythm take us, we begin to move as one, while the sun comes. And we dance till there is no longer a summer night.

Penned By, Tressie George

Florida

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