The music played and it was from another time. She slow danced with me once to the song and it still takes us back to that place where we were so young and ravenous, full of fury and light.
Her vibrant eyes almost melt in the moonglow and melodies now.
Arms around hips, limbs sway in perfect concert. We pulse in the unique way music does, contrasts of soft and hard that belong together.
The song is almost over and she grips me below, the place where all desire becomes learned motion and memorized notes.
Her body will soon sing.
