Under The Neon Lights

180. A well-built man wearing a black shirt looked over us, seeing as we had the proper attire, he stepped aside to let us through. As we entered the metal doors, the faint smell of cigarette smoke immediately invaded our senses and the beat of the music from the speakers began to pound in our ears. We saw the dark shadows of bodies dancing closely to one another, gyrating to the rhythm, touching one another, shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip and all that jazz. Under the neon lights, indistinguishable from one or the other, friends and strangers, where the young and young at heart, spent their wayward Saturday nights. Welcome to a world where drinks flowed like water and flirtatious glances and pick-up lines from the opposite sex abounded. Hold tight to the one you're with, as he or she may be taken away at a moments notice, in a arms of another in the heat of the moment. We chose a table outside the noise and the people, near an ironic idyllic melodious fountain. We were with friends. We had just finished with one of our greatest achievements in life so far- graduation. Celebrating with one another and remembering triumphs and failures above numerous cold beers and pitchers of margaritas and cheese sticks. Glasses clinked with one another, pictures were taken, and guffaws shared as we started to become loose and undone. There was only one thing I wanted to do in this place. And it was to dance, to feel your eyes on me and your hands on my hips. To feel the eyes of others on us as they watched how much fun we were having on the floor. To feel ourselves let loose in a sea of shadows and desires. To feel your lips against mine as my world kept spinning and spinning. Never mind that it was the first time that we would be doing this. Never mind the guys making passes at me as I excused myself to go to the ladies room, I ignored them all. Never mind the smell of smoke stuck in my straightened hair and the sweat gathering on my new dress, I forgot all about that in that moment. Nothing mattered but you and the music. Under the cover of darkness, cut only by the searing neon lights, I was free. Savage. Undone. Pure satisfaction in your arms. And nothing to hold us back. Eyes locked, seductive and bewitching, we would remember this night for the rest of our lives.