Painted faces,
Grooving bodies,
Reeking of pleasure and sweat.
Arms flailing wild,
Clawing at air heavy with smoke,
Darkness made love to flashing light.
Red painted fingernails,
Jewelled throats,
Sensual lips and glowing eyes: contorted in one sensation.
Hedonism.
The warmth spread,
Pervading the very fringes of our existence,
Branding with fire the dampness of skin.
To reach out was to touch,
Skin to skin, human to human,
An evanescent consciousness.
Gripped with such tenor we moved,
Clutching at each other,
Possessed of some Dionysiac sprite.
Eyes alluring,
Glinting, brimming with some aphrodisiac,
Light and tender, silver and risqué.
I went under,
A visceral peal of laughter,
Ripped out from my depths,
The earth held me as I fell,
Her warm green bosom damp.
The stars swirled,
The night air light as the dancer’s feet.
I inhaled.
I sighed.
Night.