Scandalous runs creep up risqué tights,
as a pulse comes alive, eyes close,
hearts throb with the rising beat
bringing rushing blood to a quiver.
Inching hems rise up silky expanses of limb,
with the music swilling all around,
all the bodies flood with the sound.
Glasses fill. Empty. Refill.
Smiles turn to giggles while
straps slip and droop off bare shoulders,
innocuous glances become husky murmurs
and swaying silhouettes intertwine.
And so the night goes on,
in the shadows of those twinkling lights.
eeep. I've sorta shied away from this sorta writing up until now but it seems fitting with all my "leisure activities" these days, when did daytime movies turn into 3am nights?
