When he looked at me, I held my breath. I was off to die, A happy death

As he beckoned me towards him, On his face a smile was forming.

He held out his hand, So I acted coy. But underneath, was pure joy.

Sweat literally dripping , From his face. The music slowed, as did our pace.

Following his lucky seven, I was in seventh heaven.

~Jess~
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