The beat of the music in the Phuture room kept banging in my ear. The dense atmosphere was getting at me, suffocating my breath. The temperature was rising, wetting every part of my body. Just then, I saw him just standing there, staring at me. I felt so intrigued to go over and hold him in my arms, smell him, and play with his bald head. I wanted to lose myself with him and just pretend its our last night ever here. Just to dance the art of making love and feel him, feeling me.

Should I? Oh maybe not, I might offend this guy. Yeah, probably I will just stay here. Oh no wait, what the fuck am I thinking? I can do whatever I want, man. You know what? You're doing this, get your ass there and do your thing.

So, I did. I looked into his eyes, and told him that he is mine for now. I went over and held him by his neck, one hand on his left shoulder, and moved my hips to the sound of Rihanna's Only Girl in the World. I pulled his hand to grab hold of my hip, synchronising with me. Embracing his aura, I placed my head on his shoulder, feeling every move of his muscles. Gosh....I was in trance with him. Just the remedy I needed.