Ev’ry now and then,
when you’re legs are smoooove,
I’ll rub against them
just to feel “the groove”.
“The groove” is not some
ole indentation,
but a silent form
of incantation.
Something about them,
rubs me the right way
and gets me groovin’
in that special sway.
I close my eyes and
open up my mind;
“The groove” takes control
and we start to grind.
Our bodies give in,
to “the groove” feeling,
until ecstasy
sends us both reeling.
