Oh I know it so well
that old familiar burn,
the lustful sense of yearning,
when I think of you.
The way you proposition me,
Hunt for my body,
Encourage me to move,
When I hear you.
That familiar thrum,
Like a heartbeat,
Guiding me,
Gliding me,
Across the floor.
Dance you say,
Make a move
Dance I will,
Because I am with you.
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