There he was, swaying his hips in a seductive way in the middle of the dance floor. He had the body of a god. Dark blue hair, toned chest, rock hard abs, and the most alluring crimson eyes that looked like they were staring straight into your soul. He always wore tight jeans, and shirts, showing off his thin profile. He swayed from side to side and a circle started to form around him. I can't stop thinking about him, he's always in my mind, and he invades my dreams. And most of the time, I never wanna wake up.
I signaled to the bartender for another shot. This was my fourth. I wanted to drown myself. But I couldn't, I was drowing in an obsession. How much I wanted to go over there and dance with him. Maybe I should.
I poured the rest of the alchohol down my throat and made my way across the dance floor. It was kind of hard, and I lost sight of his eccentric dark blue hair. All of a sudden a pair of hands wrapped around my waist, and a voice whispered, "Dance with me." I knew it was him. I started swaying to the beat with him. His hips were grinding into mine. It almost seemes our bodies were melding together. We moved as one, graceful and candy to the eyes who were watching. A few people stood to the side to watch us, and some were even cheering us on. This was like a dream come true. I looked behind me to catch a glimpse of his crismon eyes. I closed my own sapphire orbs as we danced on.
My obsession was really dancing with me. But I wonder why, maybe he just couldn't resist. Oh well. I never want this to end. I've always dreamt of waltzing, or some kind of really beautiful/exilirating dance, but this will do. He started grinding a bit more senually and I let out a small moan only he could hear. I could sense him smirking and he started to grind harder, and I only did the same back. To the surrounding audience, growing bigger, they only saw an erotic dance. A guy whistled at us, and I smirked. I was starting to enjoy this, not that I wasn't before, but I am even more.
The song ended right after that one thought. I had to go and think that. I wanted this to last forever. I never wanted him to let go.
"You're a good dancer, we should do this again sometime." He said in a low, husky voice that sent shivers up my spine. His lips were so close to my ear I could feel them brush against them as he spoke. I left to go to the bar and downed one last shot.
"Yeah, we really should do that again sometime." I whispered to myself with hope. I threw my jacket over my shoulder and turned around to see that blue haired obsession of mine dancing again with another person. He spotted me and smiled. I smiled back and walked out of the club.
As soon as I thought that I couldn't get more obsessed I did. Now I couldn't stop thinking about how good a dancer he was..