The Dance
I watch you move the rhythm fills the floor. The air is heavy with sweet smoke and sweat, an intoxicating aroma. We move in sync like we are one. The rest of the world disappears from around us. Only the heat between us and the music exist. We are lost in each other’s eyes our bodies writhing together in the crowd. My hard nipples graze your firm chest and there is that tingle. The lights are hectic and the beat frantic as we are carried away. I smell the lust radiating off of you like the...