An out stretched hand, a simple gesture for a union. Two hands reaching and begging to touch. A simple gesture with so many meanings. Companionship, vulnerability, innocence and yet fear all at once. As they are pulled to each other it is felt, no fear or doubts. Just that of a waltz about to take them.
Bodies pulled close, hips gyrating as the music begins to take them. Long hair caught up in the moment while men's eyes watch them. A girl of black hair and red eyes wrapped in the arms of an unknown lover.Arms wrapped tight around her as the words begins to flow in and soon her own voice joins in on the chorus.
The night is young and inside a child screams. The music mimics that of yells, words depict that of battle and in that moment they pull away. Out stretched hands separate the dancers and the girl watches the world around her disappear. His face contorts and the meanings slap her in the face, fear, anger, and that sliver of forfeit.
"Your never there, your never there, your never ever ever there." Words blared as the world collides with her and the men around pull in closer for a more deadlier tango. Hands upon her body, eyes upon her lips waiting for the verse that would allow access. Arms wrap around her waist and she is pulled back, hands out to the original dancer, but he has turned from her.
"And so how am I ever to Know?" Lyrics beg the questions that she cannot. She sways with the body and feels the vibrations run up her body as she feels caresses to her arms, face and hands still waiting to be grasped. With a sudden stop she is pulled around to face this new hipster.
" Resistance is useless, it is useless to resist us." They pull her in close his lips caress her neck and the touch is like fire. She feels the shiver cover her body and the crowd becomes fueled by her reaction. They know that it is time, the devil is about to be tamed by the switch in step, a two step into submission. Faces black out as she scans the crowd all she sees are the smiling faces of those ready to descend upon her.
"I don't want to fake it, I just want to make it." Two more wrap around her and she can feel her body becoming there's. Hands on her breasts jolt her to life, but she cant break away. Inside she feels it, it wouldn't hurt to enjoy this would it? If the lyrics continued to lead her by the end of the night she could be anywhere.
There voices all chime at the chorus, "I want to love you madly." And in that moment she reaches out to find the one who started her on this waltz. Her eyes wander the crowd and in the distance he watches. His eyes are on fire his hands out stretched to her.
"Hello again." And like the end to a sex filled rumba the crowd dispersed. As if by magic they are pulled back held together as the world around them dies down. The chorus comes to an end and there it is. The body of music she had been looking for. His body pulled close and hers ready for music to play a song for them.
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