The Dance Floor

    The floor throbs with a pulsing beat.  The room is hot, crowed, loud.
  And I can't stop my dancing.
  The music richochets off the walls.  It threatens to penetrate my whole being, the piercing melody seeping through my veins.
  I can't stop batting my eyelashes, can't stop swinging my hips.
  Because I love music, and I love boys.

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