Shall We Dance?
George was always told he was light on his feet,
he wore leather soles and Cuban heels.
His partners always found his moves such a treat
for each half-beat of the music he feels.
He could mambo, tango and merengue with the best,
his waltz and fox trot smooth as satin.
His time on the dance floor was like an artist at his best,
play the rhythms and magic would happen.
Sarah always watched George with hope in her soul
to be his partner she longed for on end.
His strong arms and confident airs spoke control
as she admired him time and again.
George had seen Sarah dancing circles around
other women who flowed cross the floor.
He figured that perhaps he had finally found
a matching talent too intense to ignore.
He confidently strode up to Sarah and bowed,
he extended his hand,” May I have this dance”?
She accepted his invitation; it made her so proud
never would she have passed on this chance.
As the strains of the music filled the entire room
their bodies formed an intricate balance.
The beauty of their movements, as the scent of perfume,
had its own kind of sleek ambiance.
The other dancers on the floor took note and parted
giving space to the Man and his Queen.
At that moment a spectacular union had started,
since that time not a soul has come between.
Submitted for Empresspoetess's 'May I have this dance' challenge
By AlwaysMyWords
© 2008 AlwaysMyWords
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