Under Your Skin
The music starts up: slow beats, fast ones, mingling to make a sound so pure and unadulterated that I have to wonder who wrote it - that person must still have something the human race has lost.
I swing my hips in time to the beat - sway, du-dum. Sway, du-dum. Hands loosely at my sides, face turned up to yours. Sway, du-dum. Sway, du-dum. I move faster as the pace quickens, hands gliding up into my hair, tossing it, eyes always locked on yours. You attempt to move with me (sway, da-da-dum, sway, da-da-dum), too big, I guess, too clumsy - all flailing limbs and wriggling torso. Mine are small, controlled movements, sexy movements, and although you cannot dance it is you that makes me so, the best kind of infection, under my skin. The beat slows again for the verse. Sway, du-dum. Sway, du-dum. In an attempt to make you move with me I place my hands lightly on yours hips, holding you up against me to the sway, du-dum, sway, du-dum, still perfectly in time even though you're still hopeless, and can never quite catch the beat. I smile inside, and I love evry tiny bit of you, every flaw, every perfection, every idiosyncracy. When you lick your lips lightly as you search my face for any hint, however small, of what I might be feeling; when you like at me like no one else does, like no one ever has, not even...
I leave that thought unfinished. I lock onto your eyes once more, my brain awash with the beautful sad sound, with the sway, du-dum, sway, du-dum, and with You. And I can feel your soul.
It's electrical, pulsing, dancing, bouncing, giddy and perfectly in time. I smile on the outside now and all there is is the sway, du-dum and me and the sway, du-dum and you.
The tune climaxes and still we hold it, riding the music like no one else can. All eyes on us, I feel it, piercing my very soul, but still I see only you, feel your soul in mine, and I can feel you, hold you in my arms and I can feel your warmth, and with a final sway, du-dum, sway, du-dum I feel your heart beat in time to mine, on the same wave, to the same song.
And when the song is over, ours continues.
And I love you more than you know.