Round & Round

The smoke is floating through the ceiling while the neon paints the room, the bass is shaking through my chest and everybody’s moving to the boom. Bodies everywhere, hips moving with the rhythm, lights flashing like a fever dream, and somehow through all the noise, I keep finding you. Your hands around my waist, your voice against my ear, that electric feeling pulling me closer while the whole world disappears. We don’t need to say a word—the beat says everything, and every time the lights go dark, you’re the only thing I can still feel.

And the club is spinning, spinning, spinning,

But I still feel you, feel you, feel you.

Neon flashing, bass keeps hitting,

But I still feel you, feel you, feel you.

Round and round, we’re losing control,

Smoke in the sky while you pull me close.

The club is spinning, spinning, spinning—

But I still feel you.

The night keeps getting louder, the room keeps getting hotter, and I’m caught somewhere between the music and the way you look at me. Every beat makes the floor move, every flash makes the moment freeze, and I swear the entire club could disappear and I’d still know exactly where you are. We’re moving through the crowd like nobody else exists, chasing that feeling where the bass drops and everything inside me lets go.

all i think about is wanting to feel you in between my legs, feeling me so warm and drippy-dripping but I can’t stop seeing you. miss your moans in my ear telling me how bad you want me drippy dripping. I miss hearing I love you and seeing you beg for me more

Spinning, spinning, spinning—

Can’t tell where the floor ends.

Spinning, spinning, spinning—

Feel you through the 808s.

Neon flashing, smoke getting thicker,

Heart beating faster, bass hitting quicker.

The club is spinning, spinning, spinning—

But I still feel you.