step to me.

and i wait with bated breath

for yours to waltz across my skin, with light steps and pointed toes,

choreography always left me breathl e s s

yet I'm in s.y.n.c when i'm around you--withyou

maybe this tune, this passionate tempo is meant for us

"Amor caecus est, follow my lead"

and maybe your fingers are meant

to be curled around mine.