We dance...as if dancing were as natural as the rythmic breaths we take unknowingly. Our feet...they seem to move on their own without the will of our minds to manuver them. My dress...it glides across the marble floor, as gracefully as the blade of an olympic skater. Out eyes...locked in a stare full of emotion and longing, never a glance do we make elsewhere. Our hands...clasped in a bond that a master of fencing could not break... nor would he dare try. My heart...fluttering like that of a mother holding her new born baby for the first time. We twist, we turn, we glide across the crowded room...we dance... and then I wake up.
Reason for writing:
Just a little dream...
Birth sign: Aries
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