Moving to the Music

Moving to the music, he holds her with awe and reverence.

In the pregnant hush of thoughts unspoken, their hearts tap a rhythm beyond their control.

The dance set ends as the last notes linger.  Shyly her cheek brushes his; her lips whisper lightly against his neck.

Their fingertips caress yet part as she slowly steps away into the night.

In the darkness, their hearts tap a rhythm beyond their control as they listen to the music of retreating footsteps. 

 

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