Dancing Like Radicals

I danced like a radical
And assumed I was free.
I let the beat take hold
And the rhythm carry me,
Death to the awkwardness
When I danced in your arms;
Such a plush little girl
Wrapped in such strong arms.

I give you my motion
In exchange for your scent,
Now let our bodies mingle
And share every grinding bit,

Of this song's burning secrets while we
Scrape at the night, and then throw away
The primal thing we made…

Until, at least, the next song is played.