What can YOU say in six sentences?
Contemplating the blue walls in the tropical sway, where the bar mixes brass nipples and sex on the beach.
We come for the music.
On the floor, couples inhale one another with their eyes, drinking in the moments when their bodies in unison reach another level, their lips moist with saliva.
I snap in time to the music; enveloping the dance, crocodile shoes in a high walk, heels, four-inch-long incisors scraping the floor’s reverberating four-chambered-heart.
The lights play off our bodies, the walls, the perspiring glasses, and slick, hard bodies that slip into the groove around me.
Long into the night, the D.J. grinds our flesh, until we are pulsating nerve endings seeking relief in sweat that flows like crocodile tears.