One and two and three and four
Perfect rhythm, perfect poise
Hourglass tilts each grain of sand
And time still stands for simple joys.
Five and six and sev' and eight
Spin me once, linger- I dare!
But just enough to let us prep
For the next step, kick here, wave there.
Don't leave me hanging on the brink
Of your next warm embrace.
Don't let me fall, don't let me sink
Under the spell 'f each movement's grace
Tongue paralyzed as I move my feet.
Our motion fluid, our kiss gives heat...
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