God, I love live music. No matter the genre or where it’s playing, you can always find me in the crowd enjoying the beats and melodies. Almost like I’m drawn to it. It’s probably why I enjoy the art of making music so much, with such perfectionism.

But I also love music festivals. The people, the energy, the carefree spirit. Every little thing that makes concerts like this is addictive to me.

Like, right now. My head is thrown back as my body feels the music, moving accordingly. I can feel the bass in my chest, thumping against my ribcage to the same rhythm as my heart. But my heart could be beating fast for a whole different reason.

And it all has to do with you.

We met at a festival just like this one two years ago, deep in the throngs of the crowd where time felt useless. At first it was just two people basking in the music beside one another, but that quickly changed. Without even knowing your name yet, I had you in my arms as we swayed and jumped and danced. Even in the moment, I knew it was a night I would never want to forget. So I’m just glad you stuck around with me long enough to recreate that night multiple times.

Like tonight, with your back pressed to my front and my hands on your hips, you match my movements against me. You’re hypnotizing in itself, so coupled with the music, I’m fully in a trance.

I wrap my arms fully around you, clasping in front of your stomach. Leaning down, I rest my chin on you shoulder and feel as you rest the back of your head against mine. And even in my trance, I can’t stop myself from nuzzling my nose into the side of your neck, inhaling your scent like a drug.

Another great thing about going to music festivals with you? The “after parties”. You say this is our ultimate foreplay, and I can’t disagree.