What Makes The Dance
I love writing when I can but other than "Blogger" I don't do too much anymore. Romance hasn't visited me for a long time now so I like to close my eyes and imagine what it would be like just to slow dance with the man I love. If it were to be written, it would go like this. Its almost midnight, nothing but a soft light illuminates the earthy toned room from a lamp perched gingerly on a small end table. Outside, the rain is falling creating a calm but yet romantic atmosphere. The quiet evening is filled only with two sleepy figures moving to the rhythm of the whispering classical music playing on the radio. She is dressed not so formal in a long simple shimmering gown. Her long graying hair and head resting on his chest. The lady places her hands so lightly on his back as to feel his strong shoulders, the movement of his ...