April 6th, 2001 / eleven fifty nine pm

intoxicating beauty
the way her body moves
it moves me
slither
snake like
pulsing beats
body heat
moving feat
the way i look at you
you look at me
theres no one else in the crowd
it's only us.
and everything seems so right.
sweaty gropes
over exceeded hopes
and the night is still young....

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