Still Shots

She danced like she was the only woman on the floor. Still Shots

She closed her eyes and moved stomach, hips and round sleek thighs. The moisture gathered on her lips, ran down her neck, and between her breasts.

She took off her top shirt and danced in undershirt and tight jeans. I took her home. I promised not to fall in love. But you know how that goes.

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First published in On Our Backs 2 (1986):  20-21.