Windy city their dance hall,
streets of bourbon and beer.
Faded graffiti like dance steps,
transport them to the premier.
His hands like silken cloth,
caress her exposed ebony skin.
Locked into a whirling frenzy,
that is only understood within.
Their shadows both in sync,
two hearts that lightly flow.
Her nails digging into suede,
she lets her hair down low.
He tilted his cap sideways,
twirled...
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