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Smooth*
The walls were warm,
in the chill night air,
the ambience was cool,
you had to be there.
At the edge of the dance floor,
taking her hand,
slid out on the parquet,
feeling so grand.
The guitar was wailing,
that mournful sound,
it was gently weeping,
as we spun around.
Slow dancing in the dark,
hip grinding on hip,
we melted into one,
magic sailing ship.
Whispering the words,
of the song in our ears,
the magic carpet of dance,
flows down through the years.
When suave was smooth*,
we were in the groove,
the sky was the limit,
and we were on the move.
If only to have,
that last dance,
once again,
before the lights go down.
Copyright 2016 © Ronald W. Hull
1/5/17
*Also the title of a classic song by Rob Thomas and Carlos Santana.
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Always,
Deborah
Regis
Charlie
Slow dancing memories abound! Fine writing...
Lady Mary Ann
Rebecca
Jon
Always loved the Lady's Choice dance.
You Knew She Liked You!
Last dance at the end of the nite.
Church of The Advent was always
"Goodnight Sweetheart" !
Sweet Memories. 👍🏻✌🏻️😜
hip grinding on hip,
we melted into one,
magic sailing ship."
Purrfect! Loved those days! Can still do the slow dance . . . Eh . . . Sorta!
But my favorite dance was the Ali shuffle.