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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