He dances with his words. He dances with his mind. He dances with my body. He dances to music and you feel lifted. In that moment all you can do is look at him laugh, listen to  him whisper something in your  ear, feel him caress  the small  of your  back and fall. He dances like no one’s  watching, i guess that’s  part of the charm. He dances like we are the only two people in the room. The only two people  listening  to that song, the people it was written  for. When we get home, you want to show him what he taught  you. About dancing, about  life; about  being carefree.
Boy do i show him.

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