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The lyrics to "Dance Me to the End of Love" are by Leonard Cohen.

Innuendo: A suggestion or implication

~s~s~s~s~

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love

"Is this a dream?" she asked, closing her eyes.

He leaned over to rest his forehead gently against hers. "If it is, it is a very good one."

~s~s~s~s~

Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love

"I need to ask you something," she whispered close enough to his lips for their breath to mingle. "Have you—?"

~s~s~s~s~

Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above
Dance me to the end of love

Breathless, she fell back, unable to form words.

He smiled in his superior way. "Does that answer your question?"

~s~s~s~s~

Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love

She languidly traced the pattern of freckles on his back. She had never seen them before. She smiled knowing she would see them again.

~s~s~s~s~

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love

"Do you know what they say about Chinese food?" he whispered in her ear.

"What?" she said sleepily.

"You can eat until you are fully satisfied, then an hour later, you are hungry again."

She smiled. "Are you saying you want to have dinner?"

"With you, my dear very dear pathologist, I will always want to have dinner."

~s~s~s~s~

The End