Nostalgia

Rhythm takes over, mystical movements teleport me to another
Dimension.

Each tune blaring from my stereo seems to bring me back to you.

'Ole School
New School

Familiar lyrics coat my conscious like double dutch and hop scotch
Gone but never forgotten.

Come closer--as my hips sway from side to slide--touch my waist.
Throwing my head back as you catch a grind.

Music becomes a faint whisper
I’m still caught up in your mix.

Holding on until the next kiss…

~Stephanie L. Morris