The Beat

It begins with a beat that the drums of our head mirror and reflect.

It continues with a rhyming rhythmic effect.

The hips sway to the soothing sounds of the musical waves.

Beating our ideals into submission we lose control.

The feet manovering in and out as if avoiding a trap.

Flicking feelings glance through the waves of bodies before refracting the chaos.

The beat becomes master.

We are slaves of the sound.

We sway.

We slither.

We advance.

We retreat.

We finally see through the waves of sound

The person that makes our hearts skip

A beat.

The End

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