Hands around my waist. Eyes closed. Heart beating to the rhythm. Both of us dancing to the beat of our hearts. Intoxicated with the moment. Trying to pull ourselves closer to one another, but there is no more room. Hot inside. Yeah, inside the building and everywhere else. Dripping. Sweat. Loving the feel. Song is ending. Tugging at each others belt loops. Trying to dance this one out. Not wanting it to end, but the D.J. just flipped the album. No more slow music. Now it's fast and pounding tunes. But we don't seem to notice. 'Cause all along it was our beat in our moment. We don't stop we continue to slow dance together. Loving the feel. Opening my eyes just to realize that our moment has passed. When I need this feeling again, I'll close my eyes and check the back of my eyelids. That's where the image was engraved. Loving the feel. Next slow song you find me, I'll find you....Is that a deal?