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Black dress, black heels, your hair is in the curls i like.. it’s a slit in the dress because you love your thighs. Just not as much as my eyes. I love that you take pride in your stride. You wearing a necklace i really want to get you with the bracelet to match. Anklet to accentuate your beautiful feet. Your smile is as perfect as it was when i met you except less pain, and more.. happiness. I stand up and walk over to you and ask for your hand, kiss it softly and ask can i have this dance. I lead you to the dance floor, i put my hand on the small of your back take the other one and lift it in the air and began to sway. Listening to the music never taking my eyes off of you. We are in rhythm we are in tuned.. as usual. We don’t speak because are minds are saying everything they need to each other. Tears stream down my face because i know when i wake up.. you won’t be there to and say that it was a bad dream.
