Addicted to Love
It started with a slow glance
the beat of the music pulled us in a trance
I knew at that moment it was with her I had to dance.
I approached her with confidence and a hand asking
she smiled and stepped forward, her pleasure unmasking.
feeling the heat of attraction, her head tilts downward, basking.
Our arms surround each other, like the clouds above
our body's move as one, like a hand in a glove
can there be any doubt why I'm so addicted to love.
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