Spin me

I go

To meet 

My new dance

Partner.

He is younger

Than

Me.

I have butterflies

In my

Tummy .

What if 

He does 

Not want

To Dance 

With me?

I am too

Old

Too

Ugly.

We meet 

And our 

Trainer

Has

Us touch

Each

Other

To get

Used 

To 

Each others

Bodies.

As you 

Touch me

 My face

Gets red.

You

Smile 

And say

Lightly

And softly,

Beautiful.

I am not sure 

What he is 

Talking

About.

Beautiful?

What?

As we start

To

Dance

He spins me.

I am floating.

My life

My past disappears.

I whisper 

To him,

Spin me.

He responds

Spinning is

Easy,

The release is

Hard.

You are 

Beautiful and

Move

So free.

I smile

And

Look

Down.

He spins 

Me and I

Feel 

Pretty.