The Dance

Often waits for the dark,

For the spark,

Many times at dawn,

When the desire is born,

Begins with the beat,

Beat by beat but not in street,

Louder it gets,

Slowly it wets,

Together they dance,

Pleasure in chance,

Deeper,

And steeper,

Up and down,

For the white and brown,

Pleasure

With no measure,

Then it is done,

In minutes gone,

Brief,

Relief,

 

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