He makes me feel like I can dance all night. In the middle of the floor, I look up and see love. I see the lights that twinkle against the disco balls above and know this is my love and I am his. Our bodies intertwine with each other and the music. The sound is our love. His sound is mine and mine is his.
Two worlds apart, immigrate to the floor…no walls.
He leans in close; my protector? No…
This is his part and he wants me to be a part. He sings to me and no one else.
In his language and I translate to love.
He dances to his love and I receive.
-A
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