you challenge me i've never been challenged before you fight me i've never lost before and you beat me. maybe you tricked me maybe you were more crafty maybe you were just better tonight. whatever the case i've got black eyed hurt and blue bruised shame and it turns me onto you. you smirk and turn and your skirt whips in the breeze the long dress of flowers waving daisies at me in some twisted humor. your butt laughs shaking its head at me left and right below the small of your back your shirt doesn't cover and your underwear strings poke out and point and tease. i yank up my sports jacket and follow your garden aroma behind.
you turn once and never turn again walking slowly strutting you peacock across the dance floor snaking in and out from the crowds and i run into people i'm not as slippery as you are. you've reached your destination somewhere in the middle of the sweaty gyrating mass of bodies on fire cooled somewhat not enough with sweat and the blare of music that deafens and fuels and moves you. you're with your friends but you're alone, eyes closed in your own milky way, hands in the air and body twisting to the snake charmer those speakers that blast. i stop i stare. the world's stopped and you must have noticed because you open your eyes your murderous green eyes that intoxicate and you smile a little smile just barely turning up the sides of your mouth and you walk my way like an Oasis

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