Animal Lust

I'm swaying to the music, the beat is my universe, my soul, my existence. The movement starting at my hips, slides up, between my breasts and sinuously curls around my shoulders. On and on and on, my back arches, my feet find the rhythm. My legs are glistening in the brilliant strobe lights and a smile softly curves my lips. At this moment in time, I'm no longer human, but an animal of sheer lust and movement.

January 12, 2007