We enter the club. It’s explosively hot. Sweaty bodies are pressed against each other, slick and sinuous. The pulsing beat of the music is intoxicating. Instant euphoria. He takes me by the hand and leads me to the dance floor - a writhing, squirming mass of hearts on fire. It’s too hot. My hair is plastered to my neck in perspiring tangles. The music moves through me. Abandon is all around us. Something in me is clawing, reaching, yearning.
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