01101: Alive

We dance
stomachs pressed
his heartbeat
in me.

Dim red lights silhouette
his thick hair
his eyes in shadows

I close my blues
head on his shoulder
tingling
when he brushes
through my hair.
Soft but pulsing hands.

His stomach in
mine out.

Across the room, a voice
yelling for me, but I
focus on the man with my heart.
His lips, his nose, the dancing beads
of sweat between them.

My stomach in
his out.
Every part of me touching him.

His hands, on my back
to my neck
through my hair.
My fingers on his lips.
His gentle kiss.

Near his breath. Faster.
I smile.
Stomachs closer.
Hips tighter.
Faster.

My hands on his back, his shoulders.
Rising.
My stroking fingertips brush his ears.
Bottom to the top, back down. Again.
Slowly
quickly
ever so gently.

Swaying, hands roaming,
swelling
rising.
Rushing. Feeling. Faster.