Funky horn riffs turn me on.
There's me sitting back all decked out watching the world go by, latin rhythms, bongo drums and deep deep bass pounding in my head. There's you, hair up, smile on your face. You're in a clingy, filmy black dress, low cut and bunched up perfectly.
You dance your way over to me and I watch all of your curves fill out the dress in a way that makes my heart stutter and my breath catch.
The music grabs you, it grabs me, it fills the room with its pulse. It is alive and we are inside of it. You are so alive and I want to be inside of you. I put my hand on the small of your back and we dance. I marvel at the way your body moves, the way your hair feels on my face, and at the words you whisper in my ear, lost in the sea of sound.
Trumpets and piano and drums and quick quick sloooooooow.
I want you.
There's me sitting back all decked out watching the world go by, latin rhythms, bongo drums and deep deep bass pounding in my head. There's you, hair up, smile on your face. You're in a clingy, filmy black dress, low cut and bunched up perfectly.
You dance your way over to me and I watch all of your curves fill out the dress in a way that makes my heart stutter and my breath catch.
The music grabs you, it grabs me, it fills the room with its pulse. It is alive and we are inside of it. You are so alive and I want to be inside of you. I put my hand on the small of your back and we dance. I marvel at the way your body moves, the way your hair feels on my face, and at the words you whisper in my ear, lost in the sea of sound.
Trumpets and piano and drums and quick quick sloooooooow.
I want you.
and is this an imaginary scenario or real? it's beautiful either way.