It's simple. I was watching a bunch of Joey/Mary videos on YouTube, and this hit me.


This Is Our Rhythm
by Pwnguin

R H Y T H M

This feeling is a rhythm.
It's like our heartbeats.
We never ask it to show up.
We never force it to come alive.
It just does.

This is what happens ...

... when our feet hit the dance floor.
The music blares in our ears. Our eyes lock on each others gaze. Our mouths don't move. We don't need to speak. We let our bodies do the talking. Somehow the sound waves of the song pound through our bodies and we move fluidly as if we're gliding through the water. It's like we're standing in front of a mirror mimicking exactly what the reflection does. A smile creeps upon my lips, and a smile appears on him as well. I dance a dance I never knew before, but it feels as if I knew it all along. The electric pulse shocks through my blood, and dancing has never felt so right. This is what happens when our feet hit the dance floor.

The blare of the music is our rhythm.
Our bodies moving to the beat is our rhythm.

... when we touch.
The sparks send pulses to the surface of my skin. My face jolts up as I turn my gaze onto his eyes. He laughs, knowingly making my heart jump. When he caresses my face, I want to scream from the ecstasy that erupt through my blood. I want to scream his name and kiss his lips and tell him I love him. When I reach out at the same time as he does and our fingers brush, I feel the slightest tingle that's enough to make me flinch just a little. He knows it's happening. That's the reason why he continues. That's the reason why I don't let him stop. I enjoy this crazy feeling. This is what happens when we touch.

The shock we feel from touching is our rhythm.
The crazy feeling is our rhythm.

... when our lips lock.
His touch is hard enough to explain. How I could possibly describe how it feels to kiss Joey Parker is beyond my imagination. I could never fathom the depths of emotion that explodes from my inner being when our lips lock. It feels like flying, drowning, and dreaming combined. That's how great it is. I don't know why I deserve this feeling, but for some reason, I'm the girl that gets to feel this amazing rhythm when she kisses Joey Parker.

The eruption in my mouth is our rhythm.
Flying, Drowning, Dreaming, is our rhythm.

... when the rhythm begins.
Bounce. Glide. Bump. Step. The energy flows smoothly through our veins, sending a beat through our system, creating a dance along the way. It's the dance, it's the step, it's the bump, glide, bounce. It's the beat, it's the drum, it's the bass. It's the underlying tone, the one that doesn't stand out. You can't feel it the way we do. You know why? Because this is O U R rhythm.

See our rhythm when our feet hit the dance floor.
See our rhythm when we touch.
See our rhythm when our lips lock.
This is our rhythm.


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