i remember watching you dance to a generic pop song
that was about talking *****
you executed the choreography
and you looked like you wanted to be the girl
who wanted naughty sweet nothings whispered in her ear

as i watched you
and saw the masculine sweat dripping down your forehead
i realized how dedicated you were
to doing everything right
even if you didn't want to do it initially

i watched and i secretly hoped
that you knew the choreography
to win me over

i hoped you knew all the turns and jumps
and lifts and pops and locks
that you could easily memorize

and when i looked into your eyes
you performed it
millions of times for me

that is why i love you