The music pulses through the speakers as we dance. I'm usually not this comfortable dancing with an anonymous partner, but with the felling of your hands on my hips, I can't seem to find this awkward.
The beats of our hearts are in sync with the music. The music is hot and so are we. Your hands connect with mine in a loving kind of way. The music slows a little before going back to it's sweaty, pulsing beat.
You turn me around so I'm facing you. I avoid your eyes for a second, wanting to keep the feeling of unknown for a little longer. When I do look from the floor, I realize that it's you. Here in my arms, grinding against me is the very object of why I'm here. I see your eyes go dark with longing lust. I'm sure that mine portray the same.
We have a conversation that needs no words. We come to a decision as we walk hand in hand out of the crowded club. We don't know what will come in the morning, but for right now…all we want to do is feel.