makes me think of dancing
under a moon
not quite full
but it wants to be a kiss on the mouth
holding hands
taking over the world
tickling keys
drums in the background
a steady beat
dancing tongues
the morning comes sooner than expected
the sky lightens
but we keep moving
mellow and magic
the best of all the feelings
the motion more mysterious
we move
like if we keep dancing the way we do
morning won't come
we won't have to stop
go back to the mundane
everyday existence
we were desperate to escape from
so we focus on the moving
in the moment
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