Last Dance -Promote Yourself

 

The jukebox in the corner plays

A slow and steady tune

He led her to the dance floor as

The night was ending soon

 

No matter that he couldn’t dance

Just hold her close and sway

To the rhythm of a lover’s song

The voice of Marvin Gaye

 

He saw the moment slipping by

The window set to close

Pressured to that frightening place

Where apprehension grows

 

Never suave or charming

The last dance called him out

Make his move or set her free

To quell her lingering doubt

 

But as the song began to fade

The kiss that had been planned

Was abandoned by her shaky date

Instead he shook her hand

 

She watched him as he stumbled back

Recoiling in shame

She stepped into his personal space

And softly said his name

 

His pounding heart was in his throat

Choking his reply

She touched his face and kissed him

Not one to let things pass her by

 

He held her hand and walked her home

Approaching the unknown

A night that would end with a handshake

Would also have ended alone

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