Some amateur creative writing...
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The melodies of my mind play an eclectic tune for us to dance to. The samba, the salsa, the waltz, the mirengue, Oh life you require a wide array of spins, twists, dips and dives in order to keep in time. Your warm breath on my neck The curve of the small of your back, the smooth sway of your hips Damn can we dance all night life? Cuz the melodies of my mind don’t stop for no 9 to 5, gov’t lies, or materialistic ties So with the rising sun as our spotlight, the full moon as our disco ball, The highest mountain peaks, the lowest plains, the deepest jungles, the most shallow streams will provide the stage Where you and I, life, will dance forever In love and hate, that other guy, that jealous wall flower named death, will have to wait Because the melodies in my mind are playing for your size of thighs and your green eyes only, And as long as my feet can tap beside yours I will never be lost and never be lonely Damn I’m ready to dance all night life So show me your spins and swings, dips and dives and we’ll create our own time so we can dance throughout the world to the melodies of my wide, wide open mind. |

Matador is the Muse of Life Lived, not spent.
Well done.