I AM · Sensual 50 ml

Across the entire bar, he could see nothing but her bare back, encircled by yellow-gold straps like gift ribbons. Her tanned skin glistened as if it were actually coated in honey. No one ever danced in this bar, except perhaps in the early hours of the morning—and even that couldn’t really be called dancing. But now he asked the bartender to play “I Wanna Be Yours” by the English rock band, walked across the room, and offered her his hand. The people in the bar made room for them in the center of the dance floor. 

Needless to say, his hands roamed all over her body as they danced. Her back, velvety to the touch and slightly rough, like the petals of tea roses. Her thighs, where his hands vibrated with electric tension. Her buttocks, taut like the skin stretched over a traditional djembe. Her neck, which, from excitement and the heat of her body, smelled of spices and herbs. Her bare shoulders. Her gaze, intoxicating and deep.

That was four years ago, and today they were sitting at a table in this very bar with the same bartender. It was their first time back here since then.

“Will you dance?” the bartender recognized them. Of course.