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Feb 2018
Sometimes
I hear a beat that reminds me
Why I love dancing so much
It's intense surge
Just like a lovers touch

My limbs want to move
In syncopated rhythm
I let go of all my fantasies
That are deeply hidden

Music moves through me
Like a slow burning fire
I'm filled with passion
And rhythmic desire

The tempo and pulse of it
The rush and pleasure of it

It touches me in ways
No other can
Makes me let go of myself
Like I don't give a ****

My heart beats faster
My hips begin to flow
Drowning in the music
I let my body go

My mind soars
My tortured soul flies
Keeping beat to the music
Always satisfies

I'm on a highway of adrenaline
That never stops
Not until that very last beat
Finally drops.
Melodie Fowles
Written by
Melodie Fowles  F/New Zealand
(F/New Zealand)   
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