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Subject: {ASSM} Rhythm, by Frank Downey (MF flash)
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If you're under the legal age for smut in your community, begone. If such
things offend you, begone.
Copyright 2003 Frank Downey. All Rights Reserved.
RHYTHM
by Frank Downey
fabfour.fan@verizon.net
RHYTHM
I'd learned to dance young. It was a good decision. Big-band, swing, a
little latin.
I'd known Josie for a while. She was a friend of a friend of a friend, you
know-so she ended up hanging with my crowd. I asked her out dancing one
evening.
The air conditioner in the club was on the fritz.
We were friends, Josie and I. Until about midway through the first dance.
Then we were sweaty body parts, slippery, conjoined, melting. We were The
Beat. The bass, the drums, the heart, the pulse. One, two. One, two.
Later, in an apartment with another balky air conditioner, we were The Beat
all over again. The pulse, the heart, the sigh, the moan. The thrust, the
clench, the rythmic explosion that overwhelmed any mere drummer.
Later still, we were the frantic in-out one-two of desperate gasping. We
were the cadence of murmured promises, the steady rustling of sweat and cum
soaked bedcovers. The sleepy kisses of satisfied dancers, the steady
breathing of sleeping lovers.
Sweat-coated, satisfied, in perfect time.
The rhythm of the heat.
---the end-
Note: this little ditty was inspired by three things: 1) the fact that I'm
writing a major novel about dancing anyway <G>; 2) a recalcitrant air
conditioner at work tonight, and 3) hearing Peter Gabriel's "The Rhythm Of
The Heat" in my car on supper break.
It's amazing where inspiration coalesces <G>.
--
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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