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Lead Me

Spotify on, in the background really low,

Chris Stapleton singing Millionaire.

It makes me wish for your arms

Although we never danced much.

Softly swaying across the wood floor,

I imagine my hands clasped behind your neck,

Your hands resting on my hips,

Moving slow, being held close by you.

My minds eye feels your gentle lips

pressed on me, tender on my skin,

I start missing you once more.

As the song comes to its end, I wish,

Your hand could take mine. Lead me.

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