Take Me Into Your Skin

It's wonderful, the way the lights dim and turn up as the beats fade in and out. I find the synchronicity soothing. As the velvet curtains sway past my shoulders - and as I walk past them - the tune takes on a new turn, a dry electronic hum that reminds me of almonds. The salty burnt taste is simulated on my tongue as the vibrations become steadier, like seconds, only with longer intervals.
The darkness is comforting and my eyes are not searching for you, not darting from face to face in an attempt to find an anchor in this new, different place.
I am strangely at peace.
As if by cue, a hand - your hand - grasps mine in a strong yet casual manner.
Our fingers intertwine while I turn to face you, and I see your eyes, glittering as the lights softly glow into and out of existence in hidden niches.
Why am I feeling so good?

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I drift to sleep next to you, our skins touching the way our hands were - comfortably.
I lick my lips, feeling the cracks on it, and the hint of salt.
I drift to sleep, listening to the distant thunder and the rain.
I drift to sleep while you take me into your skin.