I've been hitting the music hard
drinking it down
like triple malt whiskey
Smooth fire fills my belly and soon
I'm rolling my hips
as if I straddled a lover
I close my eyes
and sway to the rhythm
feel you behind me
Your hands skim my thighs
lightly hold my hips from behind
feeling the music I've become
I step back, bring us into contact
my dancing applies pressure and friction
to our constant attraction
Sweet intoxication
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