In the Club

And she sailed forward, still dancing. A quick glance up to his face, and as quickly, a shift back to her companion girl friend’s face, and that purfunctory, knowing smile.

Presently, she turned sideways to him and resumed her graceful movement.

Auburn locks and curles gently shaking. Air infused with the aroma of her sweet, urban perfume.

He tried, in his intoxication, not to give himself away. That he was in fact enthralled, captured, by her charms.

He failed.

All was lost.

And the floor shook with the deafening bass of the dance music. The kind that makes your heart shake with itself.


~ by safrang on March 11, 2007.

One Response to “In the Club”

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