Can you be mad when you’re dancing. I don’t think so. Try it.
I was at the club last week with Reggie and the way that he moved made me want more. Spin, spin,spin,me around the dance floor like a bobble head. Would I stop? Nobody knew. Beautiful cascades of colors swirled all around me, as my heart raced to the beat of the music. Life never tasted so good. Sweat never smelled so sweet. Flesh never felt so ripe. Don’t tell me what you want me to hear, just let me exist in this pure moment with no interruptions.