There comes a moment when time and space unite, when hearts are one, and the band plays your song… though you may not know that it is your song… it could be an Argentine Tango, a light breezy French Minuet, even a Viennese Waltz or a clunky Music Hall Box Step… it does not matter… the music lodges in your spines and the moment is upon you. You are one in motion… and one in emotion.
It is a waltz; the hand lowers on my spine and draws me close, held tightly to the words "you look beautiful because you are so beautiful." It is a hot Arabian breath, a sirocco, the blast of the furnace of desire… it is the voice of love, the embrace of security… the lingering moment of wordless unity… it is a religious experience, a human experience, a momentary experience… the fleeting purity.
The band plays on, the beating of the heart and the pulsing of the veins… our songs… our moments… and the dances change but always this is us together.
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The morning sun has yet to rise and she sleeps. Beneath those closed lips of her eyes the sparkle that diamonds can never hope to achieve burns in her sweet dreams… in her soul… the fires of her heart. It is a whisper, a breath, an acknowledgement of a truth… "you are so beautiful."
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