Ghosts

Sway, sway, sway away.

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.