“Friction!”
nightclubs, nightstalkers fast women, fast talkers loose lips, loose limbs the lovely loveless sunset to sunrise black dresses, black eyes tangles of tangos hot hands, hot thighs
why can I never get you? theres a sea of bodies between us. I recall the first time i saw you - not a dance hall - but a crowded bus. pressed against the scent of stale sweat - friction!
vampires and witches steal bloody red kisses in go-go boots, itailin suits; they always dress to kill. they spin their umbrellas, they dance a tarantella.. but im not here for them I only come here to watch you. I want to make your acquaintance, to escort - to be a gentleman. I want to rub up against you.. like those scoundrels - like those wolves do. they run in packs - in saabs and SUVS.
oh, these pounding dance clubs. this friction between us. how you throw your body, its so moving.. but never toward me.
still, I always seem to read between the beat.
