Nothing I'D Rather Do Poem by William Ryan

The music plays soft and low,
Holding her close we dance real slow,
I can smell the scent of her perfume,
There's no one else in the room,
With her head upon my shoulder,
We now get a little boulder,
In my arms she feels weak,
I step back and kiss her cheek,
My hand in the waist of her pants,
Like this all night we will dance,
Music just continues to play,
What a way to end the day,
At times I let her lead,
This is the woman I Love indeed,
My hands slowly move,
Right along with the groove,
With my caress she does a wiggle,
Out of her comes a giggle,
We are both completely content,
This is how Love was meant,
Nothing more that I'd rather do,
Then to simply dance with you!