I meet this girl in my favorite bar,
stood there staring, she was a star,
a mystical being, dancing a curse
she moved so well, so diverse.
She rolled hips, dip into her thighs
,
She licked her lips, we locked eyes
,
I began believing I had a chance
,
walked on over, started to dance
.
Tip-toed closer during song
,
caught a glance of her thong
,
lent on in to hold her waist
,
she turned and looked me in the face
.
Her look of steel, turned to a smile
,
she grabbed my hands to dance awhile
,
moving closer, touching toes,
eyes to eyes, nose to nose
.
Heart beat raising, belly turning,
nose is twitching, temperature burning
,
leaning in for the kiss
,
thank the stars... I didn’t miss.
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