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I want dancing back.

I don’t mean this presentation of basically having sex with our clothes on. I mean real dancing.

I want to go to a club where people just go to get away from there problems. I want them to spend the $10 at the door in hopes of finding someone that they can fall in love with.

Black Dress. Sitting drinking a martini.

I want him to approach me just for a dance and take my hand. I want to slow dance in the artistic form of movement that so many find mesmerizing. The kind of dance that makes me tell what kind of man has my life in his hands.

When the dance is over I want him to say thank you and politely walk away.

Leave mystery.

Excitement.

Passion.

Romance.

I want my heels to tell a story. I want to look at my shoes and say…

Can’t throw those away. Those shoes danced their way to his heart.

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