Sans Terre: Dancing
Looking across the floor you make eye contact. You feel the music pulse. You shoulders dip, your hips sway, you nod your head- never breaking eye contact. Its a direct heart-to-eye-to-eye-to-heart transfer and you are powerless. He has you dancing. He has you dancing and you suddenly don’t give a shit that Derrick left the party last night with that slutty hipster chick.
