I sway and gaze at the beautiful world.

Glaring flirtatiously at that man.

I don't know if it's just me, but when I dance I see the hunger in his eyes for this *** he can possibly smash for the night but for me the tease is a sweet feel to leave him with.

It's that kind of power I have over my playground.

Flirtatiously evil and I feel dam! good about it!

Stale and unaware of these disco lights but aware of my jittery black eyes.

Each blink is a click my camera takes.

Automatic controls allow my feet to follow the beat.

While the inner me plans a scheme spreading images leaving me to analyze.

"He's coming towards me! please! let his feet pass by me"

I shamefully look down but I'm not sure what I blanket over. I guess, all of me.

I hope it's a phase it never used to be this way back in my day.

Next click is a twist to my own fit.
Banging! and slamming! brain cells.

"They are all fine"
"dang! they're all fine"

Their eyes hungry for this big *** that I'm tired of.

I plead to myself, "just leave you fucken tease!"

Everything is too loud!
with the banging sound!, this banging crowd! and this fucken! cloud blocking my own judgment.

It's a simple girls night out on the dance floor...

Anxiety and low self-esteem
makes it feel like a hunting ground not like my playground.