A dark club. Bodies moving with the beat. I see him there across the bar. I want to feel him touch me, kiss me. To have his arms wrapping around me. A stranger a game. This building need. The fire riseing higher. My blood begins to boil. From the pitcures running through my mind. Eyes closed passions toying with my head. Bodies pressing against me, turning me on. I feel a touch. A caress upon my arm. I turn to find him, a smile on his face. He nods his head, and I follow like in a dream. In the alley behind the club now. The heat pressing in one me, each time I breath. A kiss hot and deep. A caress long and sweet. Panties hitting the asphalt. The whispear of clothes coming off. His body pressing mine against the wall. He wraps his arms around me, as he enters that secret place. No pretenses only lust. Him pushing so deep. Trying to satisfy these needs. His hands touching every where at once. Passions sky rocketing, blood pounding through our veins. Needs crening through our bodies. As we feel the end neither of us wanting it. Knowing this will never happen again. Here it comes explodeing though us. It ends with just a kiss.
