Gravity draws through her body in every direction with a rhythm that pulses its purpose.
A sensual intoxication.
The air is silk on skin.
Versicolor flashes of carnal shapes lost in exuberant kinetic pantomime surround her as she moves.
Eyes wide shut; a match against her skin, as secret hands delicately embrace from behind and their bodies melt together in uniform vibration.
The beat washing over her until she's drowning.
The DJ orchestrates her passion for this mysterious touch.
The rapid bass in measure with their breath; his heavy on the flesh of her neck.
Tomorrow it will all be a dream, and she will wonder who he was.... but for now she's lost in knowing that it
doesn't matter.
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