The air was hazy
from the smoke machine on the balcony.

My heart was pounding
but it wasn't from the music.
It was your fingertips,
grabbing hungrily at my hips.
I was too weak to speak.
You couldn't hear me anyway

I could feel you,
your body pressed against mine.
We moved in time, but not with the music,
to the rhythm of our hearts.
It was a start.
My hands moved up your chest and your intake of breath
left me breathless, and I realized I was digging in claws
but I was desperate to be closer to you.

My fingertips brushed your cheeks on the way to your neck,
I needed to pull you closer somehow.
What we had wasn't enough
but your smile made me feel like I was.
Like I was the only person in the room,
crowded full of people,
that you saw.

I pulled myself away, and pressed my back to you
I wanted you to explore, I wanted it even more.
But it was what I could hear that made it clear you were hungry
A sharp bite on my ear pulled me from my trance
then plunged me deeper
I was eager to keep you here, so I tilted my head, awaiting your breath on my neck

“Behave” you growled.
I felt like pushing it, pushing you, to see how far you would go.
You didn't let go. Neither did I.
We didn't care.
All I wanted in that moment was you.

I still do.