themeletor | it's a marvelous night for a moondance

I just wanted to share the fact that tonight Bruce and Kitten are out on the balcony dancing to Van Morrison's "Moondance" (click link to download).

Well, it's a marvelous night for a Moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
'Neath the cover of October skies
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
And I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heart-strings that play soft and low
And all the night's magic seems to whisper and hush
And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush

Chorus:
Can I just have one more Moondance with you, my love
Can I just make some more romance with you, my love

Well, I wanna make love to you tonight
I can't wait 'til the morning has come
And I know that the time is just right
And straight into my arms you will run
And when you come my heart will be waiting
To make sure that you're never alone
There and then all my dreams will come true, dear
There and then I will make you my own
And every time I touch you, you just tremble inside
And I know how much you want me that you can't hide

Chorus

Repeat 1st Verse

One more Moondance with you in the moonlight
On a magic night
La, la, la, la in the moonlight
On a magic night
Can't I just have one more dance with you my love

...they're adorable. (just don't tell Bruce I said so!)

[ETA: Kitten is wearing a sleeveless, plunging-neckline floor-length slinky-sparkly black dress with a slit up the side almost to where Bruce's hand curves on her her waist. Her hair's swept back in gentle waves, but a few curls have slipped free and they frame her face and seem to fascinate Bruce -- as though he isn't enthralled enough already! He's not as dressed up as she is -- no suitcoat, but his powder-blue dress shirt looks like magic under the stars and against his almost-black tie. Van Morrison's voice drifts through the open glass windows that double as doors -- she hadn't known Bruce Wayne kept an extensive record collection, but he's just full of surprises and mysteries, isn't he? She hopes none of the less convenient surprises show themselves tonight, because the night air would be much too chilly to bear without his strong, warm arms wrapped around her, holding her close enough that he can whisper the words to the song in her ear and tickle her neck as his puffs of breath move her errant locks. She sighs softly and is infinitely glad the sky above shines with starlight and moonlight, and nothing else at the moment.]