Slow Dance

You slide your arms around my waist,
And we are now encased,
In a bond that consists of only you and me,
The end of the song is the only key,
That will unlock us,
Dance on we must,
As I throw my arms over your shoulders,
You hold me closer as our passion gets bolder,
Soon you're so close, your breath hits my face,
And you sing the song as we pretend we know the dancing pace,
You say you do not want this to end,
And I wish the clock had time to lend,
So we could save it up,
In an empty cup,
And drink it when we need more,
But the song does end and we walk off the floor,
Feeling more connected then we did before,
Left with the memory embraced with allure!