Written while listening to Forsaken from the Queen of the Damned Soundtrack.

 

 

Music pounds throughout the room.  I can feel it thumping in my blood.  It flows through me as I move in time with the beat.  It burns and it tingles and I give myself over to the energy of the night.  The tang of smoke from so many cigarettes fills my lungs and I inhale deeply.  The heat from the other bodies on the floor makes me sweat but I keep dancing.  My body moves almost of it's own accord.  Never losing track of the beat pounding through me.  The feel of the body behind moving with me arouses me and my heart pounds faster.  Someone has joined my dance. 

 

We move together as one, as if we had always danced together.  But I know we haven't.  No one I know would come here.  This is my escape.  My outlet.  The one place where I can just let go and be someone else for the night.  A hand slids around my hips and up my stomach, pausing to finger the small ankh that hangs from my piercing there.  I lean my head back on a strong shoulder and I feel lips on my ear.  I smell cigarettes and whiskey on the stranger's breath. 

 

The song continues to play, weaving its magic on the crowd.  The stranger moves his hand back to my hip as we keep moving.  He presses close against me and I can feel hardness against me through my soft, black leather skirt.  My body tingles from his touch and I shiver slightly as his breath caresses my neck.  He slides his hand up my side as I raise my arms into the air.  I can feel the heat from it as he caresses the leather halter I'm wearing.  He holds tighter with his arm and I briefly worry if he'll bruise my hip.  But his lips descend onto my neck and leave a trail of kisses to my shoulder, and I stop thinking.  This is primal and seductive.  This is power and lust and need.  The music binds us together and for this moment, on this crowded, stifling dance floor, I am his.