They watch our bodies move slowly to the beat.

Sweat covering us from our head to our feet.

Bodies intertwined, swaying with the music.

And that song playing now will certainly do it.

Slow grinding as if we’re at home making love.

While whistles and affirmation shower us from above.

Onlookers stare as we continue to dance

with one hand up my shirt and one down in my pants.

You explore every bit of me as I grind against you,

All while knowing  they can see all that you do.

But it doesn’t matter as we sway to the beat.

The only two people here now are you and me.


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