His arm upon my waist
The music begins to quicken
And time seems to disappear
The sound from our steps seems to become the music
We loose our identity
And become a machine
A machine of twirls
And a machine of dips
The lyrics of the song flutter past me
So rhythmic the words are forgotten
As we dip your lips meet mine
And identity begins to float back again
It was almost as if I was in a trance
And we were each faceless
I feel myself begin to slip
The whole world is falling back to place
The music quickens until it seems blurred
The lyrics float to me full of emotion
The crowd stares at us for our sudden stop
A new song comes on and the rhythm returns
The faces spin past us and only we exist
Again returns the machine of twirls and dips

 
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