(Him)
Proprietary debate, is it free will or is it fate? Is it real or is it fake? Would you take my hand and dance with me if it weren't a mistake? Please, dance with me, dance for me, dance as we beckon each pleasuring memory. Would you rather be anyone or anyone can be you. Think about that, for one of those may be true. Perhaps both in a way. Vie assiduously and dance with me, please. Your advent evokes obtrusive gazes from onlookers wishing to bask in your sanctity so please, allow me to extend my hand, for if you'd place your hand upon mine, I may never let go. Did you know a spider web is stronger than a brick wall? Webs can entangle you, profusely manipulate anything as you spin its web. Something ominously abandoned that does more with less and less with more. So dance with me, tangle as we dance woven upon this tapestry titillating flattery betwixt two entities for humanity witnessing a fantasy for all to see so please, dance with me, ponder this reality. A poet can make something out of nothing. Translucent intangibility, elusive possibilities egender sagacious ambiguity and continuity. If life's a land of opportunities then gyrate possibilities physically visibly and mentally verily. Dance with me.

(Her)
If you want me to dance with you, then come find me. I'll dance with you if you meet me halfway, I'll dance with you if it's any song of my choosing. Dance for me, the spectators will find it amusing. I'll dance with you and only you if we can forge a new destiny from the wreckage of our old one because my sea blue eyes are filled with tears that filled the ocean. Molded and broken, let the world be our cauldron cultivating little droplets of crystalized tears saturating to floors to reflect the sky where I intend to mimic the stars shining in the night. Gasping for the air that traps just between us, dwindling sparkles of bashed shattered glass glimmering untold whispers that does not go unheard. I know what I ask for a lot, for what I ask is my last task, suppressing my past unto you, weighing heavier than my emaciated legs can carry so please, hold my hand and allow me to place my head on your chest to see if your heart beat matches mine, so unrefined but together, sublime. I'll take your hand and frolic in a trance with the devil and angel on our shoulders and then, maybe then, tonight will be the night I lose control.

(Him)
I love to annoy you, in your temper I find great pleasure.

(Her)
Creating fonding memories we can look back on and remember.

I see why people say life is worth living.

(Him)
Because you are one of the few who dwell in it.

I offer my hand and bless me with a graceful dance.

(Her)
I will dance with you for as long as I can.

Stabilize me in your arms, breathe in me the cologne that showers my nostrils.

(Him)
I'll hold you and follow you even in depth just like the 12 apostles.

Your vocal cords strings together lullabies like the bow on a violin.

(Her)
My heart vibrates each time you caresse my chin.

This is not a dream as my body shifts down this vast ravine my body sings to the sound of this hypnotic theme.

(Him)
Melodic scene, merging together to become one being ever since you took that chance, took my hand and danced with me.


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