Perfection in a daydream flash

I want some Marvin Gaye, some Luther Vandross...He spun me around the dance floor, white shirt sweaty under the pits and pinstrive vest unbuttoned, tie long gone. His hand slid into the back of my own trosuers, my blue button-down shirt disheveled and sleeves rolled up, hair slicked back as he whispered something in my ear, a dirty word unheard over the beat of the slow jams, some word like slut or fuck or desire or truth and love... His hands slid down to my ass for a moment before I spun away and spun back, hips grinding to hips until we were rocking next to the wall and he pinned me up against the wall and planted a long kiss on my lips and slid one hand down the front of my drawers...Gods I need laid.