Nov 2013
Under a trance
He begins to shimmy
He leaves no move unmade
No bead of sweat would he ever trade
For this
His bliss
His lifeblood
His purpose
God help who doesn't feel it
He begins to shimmy
He leaves no move unmade
No bead of sweat would he ever trade
For this
His bliss
His lifeblood
His purpose
God help who doesn't feel it
