dancing amy the motional response 990214 ... emsie I have a giant crush on a guy from my summer school math class who is an AMAZING dancer. He can swing dance, which is a huge turn on for me. He did some arial stuff with me, and now I'm smitten... 990729 ... marjorie where i want to take your mind 991203 ... Quintessensual ... and, thank you, it was a wonderful, first trip. 991203 ... Barrett Any ones interrpretation of the music. Although, some people just cannot dance. 000728 ... moonshine Theres a fine line between moving and actually dancing.. 000728 ... ansg irresponsibly, irretrievably, iridescently, incandescently, descending decently 001212 ... misstree "swollen with lust and fatigue" -m. gira 010114 ... elmhurst i'd like to take you dancing so that you can experience what love is the happiness,laughter,motion,commotion, it can take you anywhere you want to go...even to heaven 010301 ... vampers sets my soul free 010324 ... silent storm Dancing is the vertical expression of a horizontal desire. 020204 ... MisterFunkadelic "One nation under a groove..." The coolness never ceases, I went to visit my mom and she brought out an old box she found in storage. My old D-Cell powered 8-track player and my old tapes for it too. A bunch of old Motown, some Led Zeppelin, and (hooray!!) My old Parliament and Funkadelic tapes too. "Atomic Slop" "Funkentelechy" (flashlight) "Mothership Connection" "One Nation Under a Groove" and all the other musical goodness that was in that box. Oh, man. And I'll just be damned if the little box didn't work just as well as when I put it in storage. Who would have thought I'd be so happy to hear the loud "Click" of the machine changing "programs" 020204 ... blackroot Don't look at me like that. It's only dancing. This music, reverberating in my pulse, pushing its way through my veins. These people, sexy bodies, sweat and smiles-- it's only dancing. It's not thinking, it's only rythyms and lipstick. It's not about the drinks--blue this on or over that-- its just about the seduction of fitting between the beats, throwing your curves, and laughing in the darkness. It's just dancing. 021119 ... megan his hands rest on me, motioning me forward. to him. it's like a kiss, the song climaxes, and falls, climaxes and falls, and my heartbeat races just anticipating his very next step. it's what i want forever, dancing off into the sunset. 021225 ... Trish dont stop 030207 ... um... its freedom, fun, electric floating through your body, pushing through the atoms in space, release, moving through time makes me feel on fire from head to toe every cell of my being alive with movement, the most basic of all living functions free flying floating its all the same thing thats why i love it so 030223 ... electric staring into your eyes as our bodies move together silently and powerfully, our lust consumes us and the world vanishes; everything vanishes except the steady beat the pulse of desire as we feed off of the heat of our yearning and our bodies move, trying to break free and join in the middle in a hot fusion of uncontrollable passion 030726 ... emmi we used to go out dancing. there was a tiny salsa bar in the city, that from the outside looked like any old garage. but the atmosphere was great. kathy and i would always sit around and talk, and joke with the boys. nathalie used to try and teach everyone to dance. she had a latino friend, david...who i couldn't find a language to communicate with. both mine and his dutch was poor, and my spanish even poorer. but he taught me how to merengue. i was so shy and reluctant, but he'd whisper in my ear...'just let go' and we just got lost in the music and each other. the heat from all the dancing bodies filled the room and he pressed closer to me than anyone ever had. kathy and nathalie used to tease me about him. i was innocent- modest and unbelieving...he was after all the most beautiful man there. the universal language of love...that's what he taught me. 040225 ... Perspective_of_Soul Dancing around, spinning and turning. Like one of those boxes with a little annoying fairy or something. Playing chimes and being annoying. If i had one, i would burn it. 040720 ... puredream *this is me missing dance* *still missing it* *missing still* *missing more* Hold me!!! I think I'm going to cry... I miss ballet and tap sooooo bad... Jazz maybe just a little bit... Lyrical and character and little more than that... But :( 040723 ... badjonni freedom expression movement beauty . 051028 ... flowerbed on a cloud Isn't it fun? Dancing is love Dancing is excitement Dancing is THE one thing you never get tired of... 051203 ... Evilair unless ofcourse you aren't in the mood the chachacha is nice though, it doesnt require any thinking at all, all you have to do is go with the flow 051203 ... misstree bitterly missing it. oh so bitterly. 051203 ... Amanda Jean some of us are dancing for the sake of dancing and i'm wondering if this new blue sunlight will kill you if it licks your cold brown bones, sleeps in your pulpy lungs. Will you dance with me at the line where the dye fades, at sea scraping sand? Can we take one last look around this sweaty city, then tap our toes to the concrete rhythm, and not stop dancing till we've reached the shore? I'm sick of these stars, so bruised they blend into the sky. I want to dance all the way to the sparkling curve that cradles earth, and spin circles beneath. 060528 ... violet strangt my physical expression. my release from all the stress of the week. all i need is a beer and a dance floor. my exhaustion of rage, my hidden voice. 060726 ... Violet Strangt the insatiable craving for physical expression. 060825 ... nom i like my shoes 070203 ... phil blue\ 1ocean a 2pin a 3holes a 4beneath a 5safety a 1purple 2tall b 3skirt b 4fire b 5whirlpools b 1leaping b 2tables 3dark c 4fog c 5breathing c 1vision c 2pale c 3shoulder 070204 ... falling_alone i'm stomping flailing shaking twisting twirling all in the seat of your car with our windows rolled down and a good song on we drive on to pulsing sounds and staring eyes we drive on towards moonlit skies cloudy days we drive on with the heat full blast with the windows fogged up we drive on under starry eyed skies and winding roads we speed past guardrails down broken trails of rocks and nails and bits of glass to haunted houses and riverside gates we drive on in circles in straight lines weaving in and out of cars towards our final destination always parting pausing songs repeating words all in the seat of your car i am flailing shouting head banging hair arms are moving fingers jiving i am dancing and we drive on. 070205 ... nom the soreness is mostly gone now, thankfullyness 070205 ... three words you_must_go dancing blu_sass 110131 what's it to you? who go blather from