Feet slip easily into an old pattern,
Arms slip so easily into place,
Like they belong round your shoulders,
Like your's belongs at the small of my back,
So soft I hardly notice your touch,
So comfortable
I hardly notice the social awkwardness this could be,
And I enjoy smiling in return,
Smooth moves proving successfully pulled off between us.
My bare feet remember patterns,
And now I know the hole in your floor boards,
Laughing so easily,
So close it's comfortable to just be simply happy,
No complications,
Just dancing in the middle of your living room floor,
Better than we were before.