Standing in my face with all the temptation in the world.
Keep brushing against my backside as you walk by.
Making sure that I know that you are there.
Watching who I dance with & every move I make.
I know you’re watching, but you won’t catch me watching you.
I like to bring attention to my lips.
I glance at you through the reflection of the pictures & I guess you like what you see.
Because you haven’t broken concentration since I walked in the room.
The right song plays & you watch my hips float towards the dance floor.
I flick my hair, because I know me & my girls have an audience.
& even though I’m flattered, I’m still going to dance, as if I was alone in my room.
My hips sway back & forth,
my waist follows in circular motions & moments later I feel you press against me.
Your chest rubs against my back, & your hands interlock with mine.
Your moving at a faster pace, then what I want, & I break free.
I look you in your eyes.
You watch my lips, then eyes.
“Try Harder” as I walked away & he bit his lip.