Would you come dance with me? Let me take your hand and lead you onto the floor, cradle your body in my arm and pull you close. Let the music take you over as we sway and step to its rhythm.
Would you come dance with me? Feel my body close to yours, hear my whispers of how beautiful you are, and fill my lungs with your sweet perfume, lay your head upon my shoulder as we glide ever so slowly to the music.
Would you come dance with me? Our bodies melted together as one, our hearts beating the same rhythm, your dress flowing in the wake of a spin, your dimples framing your smile as I dip you so delicately and bring you back to me.
Would you come dance with me? My lips gently touching your bare shoulder as the music begins to fade, one last pass around the floor, my arm holding you as I lead your body’s movements, my hand squeezing yours ever so tight.
Would you come dance with me? As the music finally dies, a soft kiss on your lips, a hesitant separation and a glance of blue sparkle from your eyes, as I drop your hand from mine. Would you?
Would you come dance with me?