Dance Floor

The appearance of you,
Pearly white straight teeth
Sends the hot blood, running through the veins,
In my cheeks

And the feeling of them,
Filling up, too much,
Spilling out, like the thoughts,
In my head.
They, come out my lips,
And they don't make sense...

So, take me
to the dance floor
Dance with me,
Like you've never even danced before
Take, me to the dance floor
Put your hands on my hips,
Touch my nose with those lips

FOLLOW US was established in 1997, and since then we have successfully completed numerous short story and poetry competitions and publications.
We receive an overwhelming positive feedback each year from the teachers, parents and students who have involvement in these competitions and publications, and we will continue to strive to attain this level of excellence with each competition we hold.


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