Slow

Her body swings, and joints don’t matter. Flowing movements and dizzy head. Dancing transcends thought, sending endorphins rushing. Her soul rolls out her mouth, and she could scream into this night, let laughter rip her apart. Instead a small laugh escapes, and she kisses her young squeeze. Mixture of limbs and kisses, usually such a mix comes only from the wildest of nights, but here freedom is everything. Eyes roll in wild enthusiasm, restraint is unknown. Bodies take the idea of sexy, and go so far past that it isn’t even on the mind any more. Enjoying movement becomes all that matters. Exhaustion is forgotten and removed. Admiration is the payment of the mind, each glance fueling more and more static mind, more and more movement of flesh. Elation.