A rhythm is beating inside me. Guess which one🥵
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I don't dance. I'm not moving. But there's a pulse inside. It gets faster when I think about you. He falters when I run my hand over his stomach. He freezes when I imagine your hands on my hips.

Now you're looking at a static picture. But if you put your finger on the screen, you might feel a vibration. 🥁