Arms waved in the
air, elbows jutted out, palms outstretched.
Passion cackled
like the witch of the west.
Lips smacked,
collapsed and engulfed.
Bodies swayed,
swayed and swayed…
“Courtney!”
I sway. I hear my
name as my ear drums split. Sweat dribbles down my back, my hair stiffly
attached to it.
“Courtney!”
It could only be
magic that vibrated through my body, numbing my nerve endings, sizzling through
my veins and erupted from my finger tips. Ghosts in every colour carried my gaze.
Swaying.
“Courtney?”
Every body swaying.
Our lips met, dull
compared to the magic in my veins, a slimy tongue forced into my mouth. I
sway. Magic leaks through my pores, absorbed into theirs.
Aggressively pushing
each muscle, flexing and curling and trading the remnants of liquid gold.
“Courtney.”
Swaying.
The magic froze
over, only white and yellow ghosts appeared, I shivered.
My ear drums
ringing, the air motionless. Quiet, crisp and eerie.
My arms stopped
swaying, it slithered to my stomach. Swirling, turning and swaying away.
Sway, sway, sway away.
My elbow popped
against something hard, my skin scratched against something else.
My fingers stroked
leather.
Oak freshness
hinted this air as it fought to defeat the stench of beer.
“Shhhh.”
The magic, the
electric and the blood in my veins stop in time.
Hands gripped my stomach,
clawing up my torso. Stubble tickled my breasts.
Colder.
“Courtney!”
He swayed.
As I was paralyzed.
Hands, an
abundance, from ghosts cloaked in blue and white swayed me away while echoing
my name.
