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Love on the dancefloor
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The sunset painted the sky crimson, The city wakes up, throwing off the light of day. After sunset, when the shadows are longer, People are looking for lights. To places where life pulsates, where passion boils, Where every glance, like a spark, burns in the night. This is a lustful world, a small Garden, Where desires rule, in this night storm.
Love on the dance floor, in the rhythm of the nightlife, Sweaty bodies intertwine in wild ecstasy. The city pulse beats, in unison with hearts, Here the night is the passion that rules us. The dance floor is a stage where feelings play, In this lustful world, there is no place for art. Only bodies, only passion, only this moment, The nightlife of the city, like a wild cry.
The music thunders, the bass pierces the chest, Every step, every movement is a new path. The neon light is reflected in the eyes, Worries and doubts are forgotten. There are no rules, no prohibitions, only a call, The call of bodies, the call of desires, the call of night dreams. Sweaty bodies, merging in a single dance, Looking for oblivion in this night trance.
Love on the dance floor, in the rhythm of night life, Sweaty bodies intertwine in wild ecstasy. The city pulse beats, in unison with hearts, Here the night is the passion that rules us. The dance floor is a stage where feelings play, In this lustful world, there is no place for art. Only bodies, only passion, only this moment, The city's night life, like a wild cry.
Forget about tomorrow, forget about yesterday, Tonight is your game. In this whirlwind of passion, in this fire, You will find yourself, or lose yourself in a dream. Lustful world, it beckons and calls, And everyone who is here, pays his price, his bill.
Love on the dance floor, in the rhythm of nightlife, Sweaty bodies intertwine in wild ecstasy. The city pulse beats, in unison with hearts, Here the night is the passion that rules us. The dance floor is a stage where feelings play, In this lustful world, there is no place for art. Only bodies, only passion, only this moment, The nightlife of the city, like a wild cry.
Night, passion, city... .Sleaze city... . Dance floor... lust... In this lustful world... We dance... until dawn...
written by Faithhealer
2008/2025
