Ritmo de la noche

In this piece I attempted a descriptive and slightly dark look at a dance club experience

Bold drums move my hips
Beats that undress me
A sea of faces,
And arms and bodies moving
Moving with me around me
Up against me

The music is like an emotion
It moves us
All as one, all strangers
Moving with me, these black strangers
Watch and smile with me
We share a carnal pleasure
An almost feral desire

The beat slows, most of them leave
While I'm moving I catch my breath
A hand moves a strand of hair from my face
I'm surprised
Another hand touches my arm sending a fire
Through me chilling my spine
Burning my skin, bristling my hair

The face I see is sweet
But not innocent
Whisky-breath and strong perfume
burn my nostrils
I draw a deep breath
Taking more in

I move like this, you move like this
Before I can ask the question:
"Who are you?"
You stop me with a kiss