Time a-flutters..
The beams of prism lights bounce from cheek to cheekRevealing features and casting shadows on curvaturesThe music is floating in the air and I let him possess meI spin my torso around, hips follow boastfullySilk ribbons for arms gliding through the tangible bassA little flutter here, a little flutter thereFreeing loose worries and capturing joy by their wings..
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