Hands reach to sky
as rhythm cracks the air.
Care free in the liquor
of days, and friends.
In the haze of night life,
release is found in the
comfort of others.
Heat takes over senses,
and we just dance.
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Only if you could just dance, you should get paid or tips at least


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from the days of old as is today, dancing is a prelude to sex
Joe
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I love this--
it is sweetly nostalgic.
Great metaphors!
Very clever...
Thanks for sharing.
~Pastel

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sounds like a good idea!


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In a few words, you have said a lot. I really like this poem. A great write you have here. Thank you for sharing


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