When We Slow Dance

"I love this song" he whispered in my ear
Then he grabs my hand
And sweetly says "baby lets dance"
His eyes capture mine
His long slim fingers grip my thighs
As he slowly lick his lips
Our bodies begin moving making our own special beat
Your intoxicating masculine scent is making me weak
Our hearts are beating as one
Our faces are barely touching
And our breaths are mingling
"This is my favorite part" he says right before he dips me
I look up at his smiling face
And begin to realize that no one has ever had this kind of effect on me
I had to step back and ask myself "what is he doing to me"
"The song is not over" he said right before he places me back where I belong
In the comfort of his arms
Then slowly the music begin to fade away
For some reason I can’t seem to walk away
So I look into his glossy eyes and say
"No matter what, I will always be your number one fan,
Because something always happen when we slow dance".