Spellbound by a Saturday night beat Uptown
Sliding, grinding hips for that sultry sexy
Partner, wrapped up, locked in a lusty staring
                                   We are a rhythm

Meeting out to mix in the pulsing masses
Husband, wife with everyone else neglected
Years have let our shimmying be devotion
                                   We are a mirror

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THERESÉ SAMSON WENHAM is a member of Lighthouse Writers Workshop and speech-language pathology graduate student. She lives in Denver, CO with her husband and two daughters.

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