Week Two Prompt - Corybantic
It starts with music.
Deep, thumping bass
With a wild melody.
Then there’s dancing,
Bodies pressed together
Close, intimate, warm.
Alcohol burns down throats,
Loosening the limbs
And sparking desires.
Faster now, faster,
Moving with the music
And bodies on either side.
It’s ecstatic, joyous,
A frenzied celebration
Of life and need and want.
Sweat drips down bodies
Pools in little hollows
Tinges the scent of arousal.
It’s visceral and primal,
This dance in the dusk,
Only the moment matters.
Hands now, roaming skin
Need more, want more,
Reaching out in the gloom.
Lips meet skin, kissing, licking,
As the wild music crescendoes
Reason abandoned for passion.
Cries and moans pepper the air
Sinful harmony to the music
As dancers sink to the ground.
The dance continues, even now,
In singles, twos, threes, groups,
Wild and passionate and carnal.
The music peaks, the cries too,
As corybantic dancers crest,
Life celebrated and desires sated
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