The Rhythm in the Air

There's a rhythm in the air,
A slow and haunting beat,
The swaying of my hips,
And the tapping of my feet.

I feel it in my soul,
And the pounding of my heart.
It fills me up with sweetness
And breaks my cares apart.

As my body starts to move
The melody takes over,
The dips and rising of the notes,
Like the movements of a lover.

I catch the rising fever,
My body starts to burn,
My pulse accelerates,
It makes me start to yearn.

Oh, the rhythm in the air,
The slow and haunting beat,
The movement of the music,
That's taken over me.