He watched her from afar, everyone around him disappearing with every movement she made. Fluid and lithe, she looked like water as she danced, a fire inside growing with every word crooned over the speakers. It would take a fool to interrupt her dance, and an even bigger fool not to join her...

Oh dear, look what you've done. You've made a mess of me and I don't want to clean up. I'm dangerously high, and you've seemed to quench my appetite. I want to drink you sober, I want to feel you.

    The soft arms around his neck, the feel of her body pressed up against him as they danced, and the sound of her voice in his ears as she sung along drove him wild. He could feel the jealous eyes of others on him, could practically hear the malice of thoughts. He couldn't have help but grin at himself then, he was one lucky son of a bitch.

Oh my, where does the time go. It's after midnight, our clothes are strewn on the kitchen floor. You're tasty as a cake, a recipe I long to taint. I want to drink you sober, I want to feel you. Want you to be my lover. Be my lover.

    Skin against skin. Sweet words whispered into ears. Clothes strewn from the front door to the bedroom. That was what happened afterword. Her blue eyes, the sweetness of her voice, became his entire world. Their old flame rekindled and burned as hot as ever. His wife was his everything again.

Oh no, make no mistake, for I am just a cat, dressed up as a hungry snake. A delicate reprieve, a victim to my every need. I want to drink you sober, I want to feel you. Want you to be my lover. Be my lover, need you to be my lover. Why don't you be my lover? Be my lover .

    They lived happily ever after...