I am in love... his name is Kizomba, and he has swept me off, and sometimes on, my feet. I wish I could wake up to him every morning and sleep to him every night.
His embrace is like nothing I have felt before, his beat is in unison with mine, like we are two people moving as one, and it is easy to lose myself in his arms. Eyes closed, I surrender. Kizomba.
His embrace is like nothing I have felt before, his beat is in unison with mine, like we are two people moving as one, and it is easy to lose myself in his arms. Eyes closed, I surrender. Kizomba.
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