Left: This woman and her male friend held each other tight as the selector played some memorable hits at Passa Passa. Right: Passa Passa, which normally continues into the early morning hours, is a hotbed of the latest dances and coolest people in the entertainment fraternity. - Nathaniel Stewart photos

DEPORTEE, STAR Writer

Entering the Venus Mound which was Passa Passa, a crying thought of "Let's make love baby!" rang out.

Staring at the fertile forms of feminine flesh, which flashed bits of bottoms and tops made the heart go giddy yap. Slow caresses teased the ears and nipped the napes of necks as Swatch geared up with its early juggling.

Goose bumps rose on arms and legs as the wobbly feeling of seduction took place. The hotbed of Dancehall culture was am-orous, to say the least, with the energy being pumped from the massive speaker boxes.

High energy dancers

X5, decked out in red, white and blue, started it off before you could say who. Joined by Cad-illac, Sample Six, Sadiki and the Swizzle Body girls, the joyful moans rose to a crescendo.

Wrapped in the cocoon of a giant French letter, it was love at first lust. Karen and Nicky, splendidly attired in their burgundy suits, shook their bubbly money makers, which would have any takers.

The G-spot was hit at 5:30 a.m. Lots of 'oohs' and 'ahhs', followed by precipitation of an unseen kind dripped under the blazing morning sun. It was hard core, control thrown out the window, free for all. Screams of delight scratched the delicate morning air, pushing the niceness closer and closer to the edge.

There stood Keisha: the super browning from Molynes Road with the tongue piercing jutting from under her mouth like an anchor. Her skin, a very light caramel, radiating from the sun's probing rays, highlighted the 21 tattoos that saluted her goddess of a body.

Taking a drag from the 'Joe' between her long, slender fingers, she rocked trance-like, like the oracle in the epic movie 300.

Electricity in the air

Thrusting pelvic movements plugged the sockets sending an electrifying current zapping around. 'Twas a good thing there was a doctor in the house as Beenie Man kept a watchful eye on the dancing throng.

Turning around and spanking the booty rhythm from behind, hem lines reaching to mid thighs. It was bliss inside the bubble as the dancing got deep down dirty and wild.

Suggestive lyrics acted out 'dirty talk' and commanded positions to which they were only too eager to acquiesce. The tight-knit environment gripped tightly as 'Rum Ram' and the 'Beyoncé Walk' climbed metaphoric walls.

By 6:30, the joy exploded in a triumphant release. Holding on to the memory of a fabulous morning ride which was Passa Passa, which culminated in the melting of an extra sweetness, the party goers, sated, headed home to a relaxed, well-deserved sleep.