TOUCH IT

 ‘Do you want it rough or smooth?’ He whispered…

It was a no brainer that a different kind of fire sparked between us anytime we were together. The mood was accentuated by the degree of dimness the panel lighting graced the room with. The dance floor, even though full of people, felt like only the two of us existed. I could bet my last blood drop his need for me superseded that of a thirsty deer panting for any semblance of water.

He twirled me as Kidi's 'touch it’ started blasting from the blasters at the corners of the room, so my protruded behind touched the bulge in his pants. The twists and turns of my gyrations met the solid block of his being. Slowly I felt the tips of his fingers work their way to the point where the tips of the tiny film of lingerie that supposedly covered my nakedness met my skin.

'Do you want it rough or smooth?' He whispered. 'All of you', I muttered amidst all the sensations he was sending up my spine.