His Luna is a Single Mother
We sway to the music only we can here.
“When you taught me how to dance, years ago with misty eyes, every step a silent glance, every move a sweet surprise, someone must have taught you well, to beguile and to entrance, for that night you cast your spell, and you taught me how to dance,” I whisper as a contraction hit her. “Light reflections in a lake, I recall what went before. As I give, I'll learn to take. And to be alone no more. Other lights may light my way, I may even find romance, But I won't forget that night. When you taught me how to dance.”
“Thank you, Tony,” she says, relaxing into me.
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