A sea of movement. The room is brick with light coming from opposites ends, with curtains separating the room in two. The transparant white is to give away hints of secrecy. There is a leather biege colored couch with two to occupy the space. Pieces of clothing tossed about with dozens of half empty drinks resting on top of a glass centerpiece table. They could be only half full. What was once alive with moment is now still with life.
They were nothing more than strangers. No relation nor knowledge of one another. But that doesn’t matter. Behind closed doors, shared drinks and the comfort of security within a world of red glow and warmth, there is music. Music that forces the body to slither in movement, to lose control. Another night ends in a blur and the next morning you ask, “Is love beautiful in the dark?”
You have beautiful feet, you know that?
