ALL SHOOK UP

It was hot.  It was the kind of hot that the air felt as if you were bathing in soup.  Thick beads of sweat fell down my brow, down my neck, around my chest.  A rhythmic beat mixed in with the oppressive heat made it slightly more tolerable.  I was alone with my thoughts, which weren’t that deep.  I felt my hips slowly roll, my head rock back and forth, my thick hair occasionally clung to my sweat drenched skin.  

The building was empty other than me.  It was a small room, with a bed in the back.  I was cleaning the floor with a broom.  I became freer with every hip roll, my arms got into the dance.  I wasn’t dancing like no one was watching, I was dancing as if someone were watching and I was performing.  Liberation.  

The song switched.  The guitar strummed the new tune’s first few chords.  They were slightly more intense in their beat, a drum entered.  My body moved, my head snapped back and forth with my hair flying every which way.  My back is to the door, when suddenly I feel something collide with me, I am startled but not afraid.  They are grinding their body into my backside, their arms are locked with mine.  I drop the broom. 

My hands are shaky and my knees are weak.  I can't seem to stand on my own two feet   Well, please don't ask me what's on my mind.  A little mixed up, but I'm feeling fine.  She touched my hand and what a chill I got.

I see her fingers reach for mine, I can feel her long hair meshed with mine, her breath is sweet.  She thrusts her hips into mine and I break free – I spin around to look into her eyes.  Piercing blue.  We begin a cat and mouse dance, two steps into each other, two steps away from each other.  Daring each other with seductive glances.  She is dressed in shorts that show off her beautifully tanned legs, her tank top is tight – accentuating her 34C chest.  She is tall – at least 5’9.  She smiles at me.  Her smile entices me, I motion with one finger to come towards me as I playfully back away.  She does not rush towards me, she prolongs the tease, I love it.  I can feel my sweat gathering between my thighs now – it’s becoming stronger with every motion, with every step she takes towards me.

We are like a mirror, our own reflection – yet my hips go one way, hers go the other.  We inch closer and her hands drop to the top of her shorts.  I can feel my breath tighten, I desperately try to moisten my throat.  The sweat pours down my neck and into my cleavage.  She gets closer, her hands still on the top of her shorts, our eyes are locked – zoned in.  We are going somewhere. 

The music pulses.  It is steady.  It thrusts.  I am steadying my breath with every step she takes closer to my aching body.  Inches between us, I can hear her swallow – she too is out of moisture.  I cannot take my eyes off her, though I can slightly see her fingers unlock her shorts.  I see the sweat pouring down her face, her hair is wet with sweat from our dance.  Her blue eyes leave mine and with a daring glance, she lures my eyes downward.  With one simple twist, her shorts open, revealing beautiful purple laced underwear.  She shimmies down her shorts with every thrust of the song and steps out of them.  She steps even closer to me.  My left arm reaches for her backside – come in a little closer I am thinking. 

She lets her long, perfect fingers reach for the top of my frayed jeans that slide on like butter.  Her smile has more than seduction, it has warmth, and it has kindness.  Once again, her eyes tumbled down and my hazel eyes follow.  Gently, steadily, she undoes my jeans.  Her hands feel so good on my skin as she pushes my jeans down my legs – my eyes follow her, all the way down.  I feel myself begin to lose control, my legs give off a slight tremble.  She responds to my tremble and as she finds her way back to my hips, she lets her fingers glide up the sides of my legs.  When she reaches my fingers, she lets her fingers lock with mine.  She pulls me in.  I can feel the wetness between our thighs.  She is, as I am, on fire.  Our lips purse and part.  Our heads tilt and our lips meet.  The other tango begins.  Slow, sweet and hot.

Her lips are like a volcano when that's hot…I'm all messed up My tongue gets tied when I try to speak…My inside's shaking like a leaf on a tree...There's only one cure for this body of mine…And that's to have that girl right here right now.

We don’t rush it.  With every slide of the guitar, our lips move.  Our hips grind, our fingers locked, our hair tangled together.  Our sweat combines.  We find ourselves tumbling backwards, towards the room.  While the music has silenced, we continue our dance and it will go on for hours.