The feeling starts when friends invite you out to the new place that just opened up, that slight curiosity.
It starts when you come in and you get a touch of contact adrenaline high from the sweat, freedom.
Starts when you smile at that cute one you've never had the excuse to flirt with, with the hair that made you realize how absolutely distracting hair could be; intent.
Starts when you get a smile in return. Interesting.
Starts with a riff on an electric guitar.
Might've been messy, or graceless, or off-beat, and no one would've cared. Here, now, you just move with the music and the tide of humanity. You two are on the same beat. The song sings of something that dilates pupils and darkens eyes, and you finally get to run fingers through that hair when you move off with your partner. A quick kiss before a longer one. Feel before form, moving as one eddy in the tide. The nook, the connection, the moment.
"Beautiful."
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