bum brushing

skybar was crowded last night. and that is an understatement. still, a partner found a way to dip me so low my hair brushed the floor. on the way up, my left cheek scraped against something coarse, and i had to press my hand against it for a few seconds, to stop the stinging. the partner and i finished out the song and said our thank you's, and i had a moment to reflect, "what was that thing?"
i realized it must have been someone's jeans. someone's butt in jeans.
yeah baby.