The way you move through life is fit for chess and fit for dance.
It removes my brain so I can't think, not even of romance.
You move me to say words that I wish back before they're said.
You move my heart and blood both faster, 'til my whole being is red.
You move my passions' round. Your words blow steady winds of whims.
You move me to non-moving. I cannot leave. You've drawn me in.
You move the needle to the red line and the dial to eleven,
and when you finally move on, it feels like air-conditioned heaven.
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