
come dance with me, my love, I care not where
on a sandy beach, our steps we shall share
while the sun is high, we waltz, hot and slow
as our thoughts take on a sensual glow
and we dream of night, our bodies laid bare
take my hand, lead me to a field so fair
where we glide with daisies, without a care
as rain patters down, and the sun sinks low
come dance with me...
hold me tightly in the crisp mountain air
as dusk gives way to night, without a prayer
our bodies sway ‘neath the moon’s argent glow
and we come together, a liquid flow
with stars in our eyes, one more time, mon cher,
come dance with me...
©2026 Kate Wolfe
Featured image is my own photo.
What a beautiful invitation to a lucky soul, and a beautiful photo as well… I’m in awe of your talent and depth…; -)
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Thank you, Liam. ☺️
I haven’t danced in a long time, not since my late husband’s health deteriorated to the point he had to use a walker. I’ve always loved to dance, from back when we hopped around like idiots, all the way through the years that brought me to slow dancing only.
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I danced when I was younger, too, and always loved to slow dance the best; but wasn’t given many chances. My dance requests were usually turned down…; -)
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love the ease \, the lyricism of this :)
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