Greek Tragedy - The Wombats
Timothy gazed at the woman across the room from himself. She had gathered a rather large crowd around herself. The lights that were flashing around the room illuminated her golden brown skin. The sweat lined her bosom and it made his thoughts go haywire. She was like ecstasy. God he was head over heels for her. He pushed himself up off of the wall and made his way onto the dance floor, easily pushing his way through the crowds. She was spinning around in circles. He easily grabbed her hips and snapped her body against his and they moved in sync, dancing.
Mary looked up and her eyes sparkled “I’ve been waiting for you Tim” she whispered and stood on her tippy toes and kissed him gently on the lips. “Glad you got the courage to join me” she mumbled against his lips as they kissed.
“For you I’d do anything” Timothy whispered and held Mary close.