She dip so, she rock so, She moves her hips in slow mo.
And the drum beats play, She bend so, she sway so,
To a rhythm that all nature know so,
She moves her hips in time
To the banging bass line,
The band begins to play
Her hips begin a new sway
He sits, he watches
Her skirt rotates, a mix of technicolor swatches
The music in his ears fades into thin air
His saliva dries as he stares
Her hips rotate and undulate
The beating drum pulsates, and her hips gryrate
She dip so, she rock so, the dance floor steady pulsate
Entranced by her dance he moves to meet her
Drawn like moth to flame
Scarcely hears as she gives him her name
Fire in her eyes
Fire in his thighs
His steps fall in sync with hers
The smell of sweat mingles with her heady perfume,
Their bodies mentally transfer to a different room.
Legs entwine, hips do grind, chest to chest
Breast to breast.
And the drum beat plays.
The scent of sex is in the air,
Fully clothed but they might as well be bare
Hungry hands explore,
Getting freaky 'pon the dance floor.
She wind so, she dip so,
She moves her hips in slow mo,
Lips lock, hands explore under cloth,
The beat, the heat as heady broth
The aroma of sex... the new perfume
Their bodies now move to a different room.
Wet, moist, fire, steam and heat,
The drum now plays a brand new beat.
They bend so, they sway so,
Dancing to a rhythm that all nature know so.Tweet It...You know you wanna