It was a dance that I went to on Saturday night.
It was a dance that I went to, but I wasn’t dancing.
I said hello to this young man, just to be polite.
We were only stangers with no intentions of romancing.
We talked about things that strangers talk about.
I thought you were cute, you had a kid eye.
The music was quite loud so we had to shout.
I tried to make conversation as long as I could, gentleman are hard to come buy.
The crowd was full of drunks and young lovers, hugging and kissing and loving each other.
I pretended not to notice that he was standing closer to me with each sentence he spoke.
He gave me butterflies so I smoked my cancer sticks and kept them coming one after another.
No guy of his stature has ever showed intrest in me, so I kept waiting for the punchline of the joke.
“Would you like to dance”? He said as he inched even closer to me.
Young men didn’t consider me pretty, they only considered me fat.
I declined his offer, because I didn’t know how. You see…
No young man has ever offered me that.
But then the music slowed and soon he had his hands on my hips.
Past exeperinces have kept me away from any intamicy like this.
It wasn’t long before we stopped talking with our words, only our lips.
Words weren’t as important as his soft kiss.
I gave him my number, he promised he’d call.
But if he doesn’t, I won’t be upset.
I was a victum of sexual abuse, and he showed me that I could still kiss young men after all.
I left the dance with no regrets.
It was a dance that I went to, but I wasn’t dancing.
I said hello to this young man, just to be polite.
We were only stangers with no intentions of romancing.
We talked about things that strangers talk about.
I thought you were cute, you had a kid eye.
The music was quite loud so we had to shout.
I tried to make conversation as long as I could, gentleman are hard to come buy.
The crowd was full of drunks and young lovers, hugging and kissing and loving each other.
I pretended not to notice that he was standing closer to me with each sentence he spoke.
He gave me butterflies so I smoked my cancer sticks and kept them coming one after another.
No guy of his stature has ever showed intrest in me, so I kept waiting for the punchline of the joke.
“Would you like to dance”? He said as he inched even closer to me.
Young men didn’t consider me pretty, they only considered me fat.
I declined his offer, because I didn’t know how. You see…
No young man has ever offered me that.
But then the music slowed and soon he had his hands on my hips.
Past exeperinces have kept me away from any intamicy like this.
It wasn’t long before we stopped talking with our words, only our lips.
Words weren’t as important as his soft kiss.
I gave him my number, he promised he’d call.
But if he doesn’t, I won’t be upset.
I was a victum of sexual abuse, and he showed me that I could still kiss young men after all.
I left the dance with no regrets.