Night is Not Eternity

Cheap rum rushes down my throat, quenching nothing, but instead only building the craving. Lust dances through the air, enticing all. A light breeze carries away the heat of a Caribbean summer night. More is poured, as if rum and tequila is the elixir of the Gods. Bodies sway to the beat as the band plays fluidly until dawn. Hips move, taunting the eyes around them, daring any brave soul to follow instinct. Fear vanishes as the bottles empty, the music grows louder, as the band pulls forward it’s now starving audience.  the once tree-like bodies, now swing around the crude wooden floor, spinning and whirling. No breeze can keep the burning flames at bay, they are beautiful violent, yet primal. No thoughts of tomorrow.

Reviews

[Effie]

Night is Not Eternity but it can seem so for awhile. Bottles empty and so does reason. A very vivid picture your words create. Realistic and I can almost smell the rum. Well done!