You take my hand and pull me up
We dance in the darkness of your room
Our love– a fresh bloom
The aroma of cinnamon, I breathe through my nose
The music flows around my ears, a song I chose
But I hear nothing,
Nothing except
The beating of our hearts.
Pressed up against one another,
Joining together.
I close my eyes and sway with you,
I lose myself in the man who will someday
See me through
The candle burns
As my arms wrap tighter around your neck
There is no place I would rather be
Than here in your arms,
Where I feel most free.