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What Is The Color Of Love?
An Interpretive Dance
The Moonlight is so bright it lights up the night. My princess standing there reflecting a striking silhouette.
“Please pirouette for me?” I asked.
“You bad boy, do you want to see my bloomers?”
“No, my love, I want to remember this night with my breathtaking Bella. After making the team of my dreams and tasting the lips of my Juliet, whom I’ve loved most of my life. I never want to forget this night. Do one of your interpretive dances. Please. Pretty please.” I ask.
Bella silently walks to my personal space, she’s standing over me, puts her hand to my face, and takes a seat on my lap. She kisses me so passionately that she takes my breath away. Bella backs away from my mouth.
“Are you crying?” I ask.
“I don’t understand it because I never cry.”
She takes a deep breath and I brush some of her hair away. My Love wipes her tear-stained face.
“The things you say to me, the way you say them. The way you make me feel. You are my forever Romeo. I will dance all night for you.”
She kisses my cheek. Walks about six feet away. Bella squats her long, lean, beautiful body in…
