Nonsense

Gunpowder covers the dance floor but this doesn’t stop him from taking my hands and spinning me in a haze of bullet rains.

This isn’t our first dance.

A couple watches from a nearby table making clear that our movement was their foreplay.

We come close then separate, come close then separate. It was clear we were teasing each other and that being watched added to our arousal. Over his shoulder I mouthed an invitation to the couple and moments later they joined us.

It was belief in happy endings that gave rise to our collective storm.