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  • His eyes seek what no one else can see
    His lips lift to a smirk
    Or perhaps only a smile
    And he dances

    Motion created by his hands
    Flow as his arms and upper torso
    Begin to sway
    And he dances

    His legs move to the beat
    A rhythm as old as time
    Made new by what he feels
    And he dances

    The drumbeat moves his soul
    Twining sinew and muscle
    Until he becomes the music
    In human form
    And he dances

    The sensual grinding of his hips
    The grace in what he gives
    Becomes a living breathing
    Work of art
    And he dances...for a while he dances just for me
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