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I Love to Dance

08-25-2009 at 06:13:41 PM

I Love to Dance

Going in to a club,
All by myself,
Looking to dance,
And nothing else.

Needing liquid courage,
To get things started,
Self-confidence all but parted.

Get me on the dance floor,
Where I can let go,
All the worlds problems,
Go with the flow.

I close my eyes and find the place,
Where everything is fluid and grace.

Dance close to me now,
If you dare,
I can Really let down my hair.

It looks like sex,
Down and dirty,
Can you match the pace,
And act a little flirty?

I like it fast,
I like it slow,
Never matters,
How it goes.

Just dance with me now,
Make the world go away,
All I want to do is play.

My hips are in action,
I know the reaction,
Can you keep up,
Or are you just a Pup?

Experience is key,
To keeping up with me.

Michael Jackson and Madonna,
Let's me do what I wanna.

I love to dance,
Wanna do it everyday,
It's a my kind of play.

I'll never be old,
growing mold,

I'll dance till I die,
or die knowing why.

I Love to Dance,
Going crazy on the floor,
Letting all my troubles,
Go out the door.

Making life more bearable,
With such a good variable,
Who needs exercise,
When you can dance and fantasize.

09-06-2009 at 06:49:31 PM

Re: I Love to Dance

Quote:
Originally Posted by LeLover

Going in to a club,
All by myself,
Looking to dance,
And nothing else.

Needing liquid courage,
To get things started,
Self-confidence all but parted.

Get me on the dance floor,
Where I can let go,
All the worlds problems,
Go with the flow.

I close my eyes and find the place,
Where everything is fluid and grace.

Dance close to me now,
If you dare,
I can Really let down my hair.

It looks like sex,
Down and dirty,
Can you match the pace,
And act a little flirty?

I like it fast,
I like it slow,
Never matters,
How it goes.

Just dance with me now,
Make the world go away,
All I want to do is play.

My hips are in action,
I know the reaction,
Can you keep up,
Or are you just a Pup?

Experience is key,
To keeping up with me.

Michael Jackson and Madonna,
Let's me do what I wanna.

I love to dance,
Wanna do it everyday,
It's a my kind of play.

I'll never be old,
growing mold,

I'll dance till I die,
or die knowing why.

I Love to Dance,
Going crazy on the floor,
Letting all my troubles,
Go out the door.

Making life more bearable,
With such a good variable,
Who needs exercise,
When you can dance and fantasize.




THE ANSWER:
THERMAL
UNDERWEAR?

Reminds me of girl I knew.
Dancing, she'd start panting too.
Didn’t know in high school, what to do,
By time we got to the car she’s through!
That must have worked on others too!
She wed the classes only lad,
Who bought Pizza Huts with all he had
And made a million bucks or two.
Before they both hit thirty-two.
I hope your love of dancing too,
Attracts such good things back to you!




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Last edited by devaamido 09-07-2009 at 11:41:32 PM

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