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The Last Dance

written by: H.M. Gautsch

@GautschHM

 

The day we met.
Instant attraction,
The sparks remain in flight.
I can’t deny you.
I’m your type,
And you’re my kind of guy.

So why do we fear,
Of what’s right in front of us?
Fear of love and our love of fear,
Due to our own battle scars and cuts.
Let us open these wounds,
Be vulnerable together.

Can you imagine?
Any other picture perfect love affair?
Let my confidence speak.
I can be the best you’ve had,
And you for me.

The understanding and communication,
Of our personal demons,
Goes afar across the seas.
And around the world.
Let’s conquer and overcome as one.

Believe me when I tell you who I see,
When I look right through you.
Balance the emotional,
and sexual healing,
With intellectual revealing.

Game of chance,
Let me have the last dance.

H.M. Gautsch

H.M. Gautsch

H.M. "Marie" Gautsch (1986-Present) was born in Black River Falls, Wisconsin. She grew up in Wisconsin her whole life and still resides in Madison, Wisconsin.

Marie committed ten and a half years with the United States Armed Forces serving in the Wisconsin Army National Guard and the Army Reserves with one full tour supporting Operation Iraqi Freedom where she was based in Taji, Iraq in 2006-2007.

She has an Associate's degree in Culinary Management and is in progress of working towards her second college degree in Visual Communications. Some of her hobbies include painting, photography, writing fan fictions, and producing music scores and instrumentals. Some of her interests include philosophy, psychology, traveling, ancient history, Greek Mythology, and Native American history.
H.M. Gautsch

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