There was a thrilling sensation in this extravagant place,
its intoxicating delights, and intricate designs,
breathing in a fiery passion inside my soul.  
Every part of my body was burning with exotic depictions,
the kind that carries you to the furthest shores of a distant land
to marvel at its magnificent beauty and astonishing attractions,
the kind when you are strolling down a sandy beach on a late
summer night to gaze at the shooting stars in sync with the crashing
waves riding along the shimmering sea.  I could see the city streets
beginning to fade into ticking jazz, while hip and exhilarating dancers, smooth men decked in dazzling suits, and beautiful blondes and brunettes strutted in their skirts, nails glossed in flashy colors came in crystal view.  Under the gleaming lights, saxophones and trombones serenated and swayed to the pulsating beats blazing the jazzy scene, my hips twisting and spinning to the sounds of freedom, my feet tapping away to each triumphant beat, my arms and muscles lost in a sweet magical galaxy.  The heavy rise and soothing sounds of partygoer’s footsteps grooving on the smoky floor had me rapt.  The rich, passionate beats immortalized my existence, its soft, melodic tunes gliding my body across various dimensions into a world of breathless escape.