There’s a secret in your feet and you cannot for the 

Love of God hold onto it 

Words have lost their meaning here 

They will look at you like you are moving water, oozing sex 

And it will fuel your body to move as crashing waves, colliding into yourself

Communicating through movements 

How intoxicating this desire 

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The music a river, you, a baby floating in a basket 

On the dance floor, you are Moses 

A yearning to be found, you can’t quite comprehend 

Drunk off of the thump in your bones 

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You will lock eyes with him and you will wiggle your pointer, commanding him to come to you

And he will 

Because you both know that a woman on the dance floor 

Is a powerful thing 

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There’s a sort of closeness 

To one self with eyes closed, body swirling 

Maybe this is the secret 

You are close to yourself through club lights and cigarette smoke 

You will pray to this feeling and you will give it a name too