Slowly the warmth spreads throughout the body,
Steady advance, a friendly take-over.
Eyes open wider, breathing slows down.
More attention is paid to the world around
That now moves at a comfortable crawl.
In this state of one-quarter drunk,
The tingling heat reaches the lower belly
And the desire to feel someone's wet mouth blocks other thoughts.
Fighting with the neediness for human touch,
Attention is redirected towards the music.
Strong constant beat of electonic tunes.
Six sips into the caipirinha, and all self-constructed inhibitions
Disappear - washed away by the tangy drink,
Allowing only the pure love of movement to remain.
The beat pulsates in the stomach, and the foot accompanies the rhythm.
Dance, just dance. Impatience blends in with appreciative apathy
As smoothly as the lime does with the sugar in the half-empty glass.
The waiter rushes over, obeying the slight wave of the hand,
The request for another is his command.
The first drink is finished with one gulp,
And the surrender to the drum beat is complete.
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