Passion
I have control over my own body,
but once i have you, I'm nobody,
my arm moves like a wave,
while my legs usually play.
After a while I'm happy
and sometimes even sassy,
but this is my drug, my help
and makes me the best i ever felt.
The sounds drown in my ear
though i have no fear,
i wanted you from the first glance
but you my friend, I'll call you dance.
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