Music of all types have a way of beckoning the call that brings us to the dance floor.
The music fills the room like thunder ready to “Rumba!”
Its seductive measures caressing my desires to “Dance!”
Surrounding me in magnetic force as it pulls me to my feet.
Its rhythm and blues creating a master piece of body and soul.
As we head to the dance floor to “Rock and roll!”
So aggressive is its motivation to free my feet.
True innovation the craze, that takes the lead,
So careful not to in “Tango me” in a ”Waltz” of legality.
Its original format flayed in “Squares” I beg the music don’t take me there.
We come face to face in a heated rush; its sexy “Salsa”; make me blush.
With “Jazz” it whirls me about, ”Bee bopping” all night to “Twist” and shout.
But soon embracing as a gentle wind, cooling me down with a “Ballet” of violins.
For a moment I rest my feet, persistently ”Tapping” still to your beat.
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