He knows me more than most. I feel I know his heart, his spirit. I've always felt it, but this night I feel it more keenly. I want for nothing but the music and his touch. I am deliciously powerless to resist.
Just one moment, just one song, when nothing matters but skin on skin and beat through my bones. So hot, so tired, yet I must move. Too many clothes. We move as one and I shiver in the heat, as the words of the song make sense to me like some awful, cheesey movie. All that matters is him, as I clutch him and whisper under the deafening music, baring my soul.
When it is over we hold eachother, seeming as lovers, even as the crowd around us boils and writhes.