I was stunned when you turned on your shadow,
I thought to myself, “she must be lying.”
But all lies have their shadow of truth,
a darker truth, and more beguiling…
I imagine you met
before the last set,
when the cute little jitter-bugs were ready to swing.
As you stand at the bar
he spies where you are.
He waves,
you embrace,
his cock throbs in his jeans.
As the men are adjusting
and the girls swish their skirts,
The room smells like beer and perfume.
Everyone is nervous,
they are busting to nut.
Then the band starts to play, and…
You’re up on your feet.
No one sits still,
and out on the dance floor
you bend to his will.
He is showing you how,
with his hands and his hips,
searching your eyes
for your eyes to say yes
“Yes, let’s dance in the shadows,
and press on my clit
in this heat and the beat
and your cum on my lips.”
