Fun, risk and pleasure
No longer can I stand the silence
I want the roar of drums
The screeching of thighs
Sweat reaching even my frostiest of toes,
Glitter on my eyelashes until I can’t blink
I want to see crowds
Strangers I already love swinging their hips
Strangers I already love
Since we have all chosen fun
Risk, and pleasure.
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