Her love was a party
With comfortable chairs
& A decorative cake.
I was a balloon on a string
With nowhere to go.
Tongue tied
Her face reflective on top
Of mine.
Her tongue my favorite groove,
My lips entwined with hers.
Her rhythm my blues,
We danced without music.
We two stepped all night long
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