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Touch of Cotillion

And so I say – Zingaro What did we do to dance from front to back? Known for our smiles and tightness of buttocks Let us get primp. Take to the streets from post to post Chased by law and the law. Free from our morning coats And we found the stairs to our joint Ahhhh…Melisa Sweet twist of your hips. And oh what gluteus Thoughts tore our steps. And they were fast. Feet moved across floor with random fever We invented new moves Flailing and flapping On hip tempo sass numbers Ale chased everything How long could such dear branches hold our minds? We gave simple back its complications. It is the statement of age that creeps. Moments were never so unrealized As when we laughed And in our smiles wind gained new life. We loved our youth. It loved us. Ever so close were our dreams to ending our happiness Secretly they crept ever so forward. Worms with wings. Cars and houses and fences Travel by and on waves of light Our caress “oh Melisa” What words I wrote with fingers In your thighs Love poetry and high insight The beat became distant And the nights less Our hearing went with that fever What is this statement I make? Age being our ligature now What a fear I see We turned sharply left and right Some saw and some saw With eyes that knew the limits of past lives and present goals We gave and gave and life pushed us to plentitude And so down the stairs To our joint Condemned I move and remember across that dusty floor Rays of light show the dust like smoke And age leaves limbs I am a stray. Holla out for days of rippin Secret meetings of stone blind stompin Let your senses find ever in ever and ever
Touch of Cotillion

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