Magic
Bump, Bump Shake yo' Dreads.
That is the first line of the enchantment
Weaved by the hypnotic master of the club.
It presides over all the dancers
Moving their bodies in ways erotic and sexual.
Forcing them to down drink after drink
And dance until the die, it is a spell.
Lights flash, as part of an incantation
Dazzling those who behold it.
Allowing them to see
only those they love and their bodies.
Once the magic is lifted, they all stumble
Falling, out of the booming club.
Their bodies weak and sweaty.
But they are left satisfied from their night.
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