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Just You, Me, and this Beat

My foot leaves the last step and hits the floor.  I peer through the darkness and the flashing lights and the silhouettes.  The bass pounds my chest and I feel the push and pull like ocean waves.  The groove weaves in and out; it feels alive like a snake slithering in between and around my arms and legs, luring me to the floor.

I sip my drink, watching the crowd from a table along the wall.  I reach the last sip and as I finish, I become aware of the liquor loosening my muscles and my mind; I don’t have a care in the world but I know there’s only one reason I came here tonight and she’s somewhere in this club.

The song ends and the another begins.

Enter the dance floor.  Weave through dancers.  The noise surrounds my body and I surrender.  My body begins to move and sway in perfect unison with the beat.  My head swivels right, then left, then up, then down.  My arms fall limp and then flay back into motion without skipping one note.  My legs undulate separately from my arms, and it almost feels as if my limbs have minds of their own.  As the song changes tempo, so do I.  The speakers scream and I scream back in nonverbal pandemonium.

I’m no longer in control of myself; the beat is my drug.  The beat overtakes my senses.  The beat is my pupeteer and I am its marionette.  I’ve lost my inhibitions and it feels great.  I throw my hands up in the air and shout Hey Oh, Gotta Let Go…

Suddenly, I notice you. Long black hair.  Tight body.  Sun Kissed Skin So Hot It Melts my Popsicle.  I watch from the corner of my eye as the crowd seethes around us.  You dance harder.  Oh My Gosh.

Before the song ends, I smile; you don’t move like the others.  You don’t wind.  You don’t grind.  You don’t beg for attention.  Your body language speaks a new dimension of tension.  You’re not an average girl, you’re a glowing pearl.

The song speeds up and I blink the sweat from my eyes.

I See You Watchin’ Me, You See Me Watchin’ You.  I know You Think You’re Cooler Than Me, but I know better and I won’t Just Stand here and Watch you Burn.  I know you’re on fire and I’m the only one who can put you out.

I slip through the floor and weave closer to you.  I can feel your aura mix with mine and the sparks begin to fly.

Side to side, back to back, face to face we dance but I can tell you haven’t let me in yet.  One song goes by.  You smile and laugh, I can tell you’re having fun and so am I.  Two songs go by.  You bite your lip and dip your head down just enough to cover your eyes but I can tell you’re looking at me. Three, then four, then five but still we dance separate.  Six songs go by but still I don’t give up; I can’t.

Lucky number seven comes on and finally you Call on Me.

Your body presses against mine and we move together as one; dip low, slow raise, groove left, groove right, always follow the beat.  I feel you as you feel me as we share in our wild form ecstasy.

No words to say, all else away, the way we shine is just divine.

Suddenly, you break away and flip your hair back to clear your face and smile.  I haven’t put you out at all and I see that no one could; you’re gorgeous.

Without a word, you leave me all alone.  The beat feels different with you gone.  I’ve had the best and now I’m missing what we never had.

Tick Tick Tick Tick On The Watch Life’s Too Short For us To Stop…

Outside, I let the cool air brush my cheek.  Maybe I Need Some Rehab.  Or Maybe I Just Need Some Sleep…

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