Rhythm
A pulse in the scheme of things
A beat which makes one undulate the hips
Not talking about the discordant beat of the streets
Where people walk as graceful as chimpanzees
It's the rhythm of the spheres
It's the rhythm of the drums, so sensual and liberating
It's the rhythm of my heart in your vicinity
Of your hips as they slam into me
Alternating tempo augmenting to a crescendo
Resulting in sheer agony
Almost unendurable ecstasy
No...don't retrieve just yet
Feel my heart beat
In tempo with my clutching heat
Let the rhythm slow down its frenetic assault
To simply delight in the afterglow
But for a moment, not so alone
It's in the cadence of a poem
Be it life, conception, progression, dessertion
Of the recurring seasons
Death gives way to birth...one reasons
It's the rhythm of the Afro-Peruvian beat
Coupled so sensually
One can't help but to gyrate the hips
In rhythm to its seductive beat
Lose yourself with abandonment...if only for a moment
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Open link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HDaYqGB8CjU
