Unseen Face

In that unlit room with the smell of sweat and liquor 

She was pressed against crowded hot bodies

Hands,strong and dark, roamed against her barely clad thighs 

Applying pressure of lust to every inch they touched 

His and hers, their hips moved together as one, off beat with the demanding tempo of the song, to create their own slow, passionate, soulful tune

And as they moved slow, her head fell back, allowing a thick mass of hair to softly cascade down her covered shoudlers and then bare spine, making her skin feel hotter, sweatier, more prone to lust

Her neck was exposed

And his swollen lips, hungry, fell onto her arched throat 

She forgot everything but touch and the mounting pleasure from being touched

And so she concentrated on that foreign pressure, that pressure that greedily pressed against her body, that pressure that pleaded with her burning skin, that pressure that made her believe, if just for a  few slow songs 

That she could be wanted once the lights came on and showed the face that the body belonged to