Walking across the floor
He could feel my eyes on him
The hair on his neck prickled
Slowly, deliberately, like a mating ritual, he turned around

Eyes locked, palms sweating
The music coursed through, blaring
Almost mystical, blinding lights
He walked across towards me, his eyes on fire

I was irresistible to him…
He just wanted to touch...
Next thing I remember was the taste of his skin
We kissed without coming up for air

And then…
I woke up.
My lips were burning.