I feel a beat to our fun through my toes,
and not just from the floor.
This elixir dulls and enhances all at once;
it's hot, cold, easy and sweet.
Sometimes it burns in a sickeningly slow descent to my stomach.
You asked me to dance,
but this rhythm smells like old sweat
and mauls my hips.
I'll play until the sun bakes my dry eyes.
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