We used to dance together, today we dance apart
In the past we surrendered to a partner's lead, today each paints their own art
Once holding one another, in each other's arms we touched heart to heart
Now not even a friendly hand do dancers to each other impart
The music once soft, called for an embrace
Whispers heard so close, lips touching face to face
Now others between us, in a one night stand so much space
Attempts to take your hand seen as old fashioned disgrace
Solitary orgasm a dance of masturbation
No longer a romance, sex without a conversation
Today such distance between us, loud music deafens my ear
Might as well be dancing with another, me you will never touch or hear
A crowded darkness between us, strobe light in your eyes
Nothing left to discuss, on the dance floor romance dies
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: August 15th, 2026 03:02
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Comments1
nice touch with the dance floor my friend enjoyed read
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