27 December 2012
enchanting moon.
The stars flicker as though playing a coded tune.
Opaque shadows dance in the abandoned streets.
The city awakens to the sound of hypnotic beats.
Bright neon creations electrify the cold night air.
Clubs open there doors leading people into a lair.
Inside music intoxicates as bodies radiate heat.
Across the busy dance floor hungry eyes meet.
A sultry smoky eyed glance ignites a connection.
Strangers in a club we play out with perfection.
Role Play • Opuss № I