I see her.
as she swayed provocatively in the abrupt crowd.
moving like waves.
motions dancing like water.
you were poetry to me as porcelain skin kissed the neon lights like glitter.
your breasts twerking upward your pink nipples almost tenderizing in the air.
your perfume lingering on my chest.
a seductive gyrating grind as your hips seduced me making harmony.
your blonde long hair whipping back and forth as the music had you.
I watched as you danced with guy after guy.
hoping praying I was next.
your fingers delicately pranced along shoulders.
you were a playful tease.
your blue eyes like diamonds.
still I watched you make love on the dancefloor without breaking a sweat.
leaving distance between you and me.
the crowd felt quiet almost as if they didn't exist.
swaying.
you slither to me.
like the perfect little snake you are.
writing love letters with your thighs.
yet the anticipation.
the aching wait for your pussy to erupt.
like a volcano.
yet my hands on your hips some kinda spell.
yet we wouldn't leave it on the dancefloor.
a kiss a embrace a taste that your body couldn't and wouldn't erase.
the music lost us.
our bodies were the drug you couldn't quit.
eye to eye.
in a deadlock.
sooner or later they would find us in limbo.
ravaging each other again and again.
suddenly music had no sway over us.
it was just us.
and the uncommon high they called love.
we could dance all night and go home.
in a crowded place we found this drug this uncommon high this frenzy of dopamine called love.
©darkmocha
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