Bait moves

Driving bass tore threw the room.
He felt tired the music was uncomfortable,
A weak body bobbing in the river of dancers,
Money was spent, entry was gained, but for what? 

Bass shivered her skin kissing her neck her head rolled and reciprocated.
The sounds which coursed her veins were more life blood than blood.
Swaying in a blanket of vibrations the waves of crescendo came crashing,
  Waning and waxing.
Inhaling air smoke a wave fiercely tickling, tingling lapped along the shore of his nerves.

Eyes floor bound unable to focus they may have been closed
head right to left around as if following the line of her halo,
  Waist wound
  knees swayed
  foot tapped
hands up and down arms followed a manic dance to mimic the rhythm,
Replicate the drum and bass beats with movement.
She was moving in her mind moving in her body but only purposefully inside her mind

Darragh O'Meachair

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