In the heart of the dance floor, everything was slow. I whispered to her about yesterday and the night we were having. Love songs after love songs, we danced. Our swaying bodies came closer and closer. I held her arm, i saw the pearl bracelet and the rosary bracelet. Her head on my shoulder. My other hand on her waist...and I closed my eyes.
Was it bliss or i'm just tired yesterday...? What was mister dj playing? Pure? Slowdance? Lovesongs? Gowns? Hands? Whispers? Laughter? Perfume? Masks? Honeydew? Fuschia? Questions that lead to only one answer.
In the heart of the dance floor, everything was slow... the last night we danced was her first, yesterday was mine.
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