Touching rapidly, turning, caressing all in steps of
a dance, intriguing and blessing us at once through
it's rhythms.
Taking hold of one another, grasping onto our love
for dear live as we dance around the room, tempos
rising, going faster and faster, taking us with them.
Holding on tightly, making sure that we don't lose or
let go of each other, we whirl about while laughing
and have a good time.
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