By Cary Hall
I want to slow dance with you. Hold you close.
Stare into your eyes, smile at your smile.
Whisper in your ear.
Smell your neck.
Nibble on you as we dance together as one while the rest of the world disappears out of our view all the while melting together, knowing what might come we will thrive together in respect in admiration.
2 comments:
You should let that Cary guy have more air time on here. He's a much better writer, and with just a handful of words, he conveys his thoughts and ideas with much more clarity and truth than those other three put together.
And he uses commas.
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