You spoke softly,
your sentiments not seeking sympathy.
I led you away from the table dancers,
the wearers of lampshades.
I could talk into the night.
I think you are dangerous,
and your body wants to dance.
I wait for your whisper,
and, given half a chance..
Aremyfeetofftheground 
So much promise in this one!
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Hi Pradita! Thanks for your kind remarks!
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Welcome Lee
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Oh, yeah!
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