We dance to some old French song
Whispering words like we knew their meaning

I hold you close and our bodies find syncopation

You grasp my shoulder blades like a life you can't live without

My hand starts at the small of your back but slowly slides down
To grab your *** and squeeze it tight

You smile and giggle the smallest giggle I've ever heard
The kind that makes a man instantly fall in love

We dance to the scratches on the record
Coming closer and closer until even the lack of space between us
Has become too much of a distance

I feel your skin against mine
Cool and burning at the same time

The music becomes some ****** melody
A haunting rhythm we can't fight

Our bodies entwine
Limbs grasping
Lips locking
Pelvics grinding
I claw at your soft skin
And you tear back into mine

I want you
You want me

We dance ravenously
Ravishing clothing and flesh
Pulling harder and harder into one another

The record ends

The needle plays a dull cadence of empty space

But still we dance

Your skin against mine
And mine in you

We dance

We dance

We dance