Jam for the Ladies
Mar. 8th, 2003 01:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pearwaldorf[or, a blither]
The groove snakes into my body, quietly, building until I recognize its existence and start moving, almost unconsciously, in rhythm with the bass rising from under my feet. I feel it in my bones, the vibrations shaking all the molecules in my body until they move in unison. The tightness of the groove enfolds me, and I realize the song is not so bad after all, and for the moment, it makes me content and is all that matters.
The groove snakes into my body, quietly, building until I recognize its existence and start moving, almost unconsciously, in rhythm with the bass rising from under my feet. I feel it in my bones, the vibrations shaking all the molecules in my body until they move in unison. The tightness of the groove enfolds me, and I realize the song is not so bad after all, and for the moment, it makes me content and is all that matters.
