She taught me how to dance to the sounds of a womb The heart beating Echoes of spring Metal beating To the tip of my chest But in a soft soothing way The way that a cold chair on a hot day surprises you Sweetly Techno was just what he needed on that warm winter night And so he remembered How she Taught him how to dance Of loud music Streaming in from all directions Panning across the floor Matching the light show only they could see when their lips touched When they were enveloped in sweet harmony Chests pressed Nipples traced A piercing twisted Necks bit Hair tightly pulled Because it was three am and boy Cinderella had to feel their cat So with exchange of numbers he left Never forgetting How she taught him how to dance
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