When He Holds Me

I love it when we dance, though only once or twice a year.
He comes to me in the dim club lights-
grabs the drink out of my hand and sits it down-
his eyes never leaving mine and says, "Come on"

He leads me to the floor, wraps his strong arms around my waist
and pulls me close.
I stare into his wonderful blue eyes- he is only focused on me!
It is like heaven!

I put my arms around his neck and focus on him
and his gaze on me.
We kiss and our movements get dirty.
Our hips are naturally swaying and rubbing each other.
Lots of people are looking at us and noticing the way we love each other with every move.

They know that I am on Cloud 9...
When he holds me!