Picture an evening at a party, underneath a clear cool night and the music playing, let’s say it’s “You Don’t Know Me.”
may i have this dance with you?
cause it’s a lovely night
and i’d hate to spoil the mood
when the music is played to this soulful tune.
I look at him and think, why not?
it wouldn’t hurt
it’s just a dance
and he does look good.
He whispered in her ear:
You look beautiful tonight,
it’s like you presence
radiates all traces of the darkest night,
I was then a blind man and have now seen the light.
She smiled and gazed into his eyes
warmed by the words that came out from his mouth
they seem sincere
but who could tell from sultry words enveloped
taken from the interpretation of her throbbing heart.
And then it was just silence between them,
no words were spoken,
as they swayed willingly,
from the breeze of melodies that blew them into rhythm,
they both embraced tonight as if it was freedom.
And when it was over,
he leaned to kiss her cheek,
she did not resist him,
and he said in his charming voice,
“Thank you for having that dance with me.”
and he walked away…into the night,
as she stood still,
and looked at him go.