The lithe movements of your hips
When you dance
The beat
I can feel the beat
Radiating
In your heart
As it pumps iratically
In your feet
As they hit the floor
In your eyes
As they shine in the light
Of the floresence
The taste of hard liquors
On your tongue when we kiss
The champagne flute
That sits alone and empty
Unfilled
On the kitchen counter
We are upstairs
We are one
We are togetherness
And it’s very essence
We are filled
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