Dance

The strobe light makes every movement surreal
The bass pounds in time with my heart
Passion and lust flow through my veins
Sweat collects in a thin film
The mass of wiggling bodies entices me
The music works its way through my body
Demanding that I move
That my hips sway
That my hands reach for the ceiling
That my arms wind around his neck
That I feel no embarrassment
No awkwardness
Nothing but the raw, pulsating freedom
That is drugging my mind
That is transforming the shy girl
Into a bold and sexy young woman
The music ends
I step outside on aching feet
The cool air chills my skin
The breeze whispers through my disheveled hair
My muscles are sore
I'm short of breath
But there's a grin on my face
Euphoric and pleasently worn out.
Who needs sex or drugs
When you have dance?