She salivates through her teeth smearing jealousy on her lip
Her heart palpitations jump off her shoulder sleeves with each skip.
Shes a cornered tornado in ballroom dress and 6 inch heels
White knuckles, sweaty palms and a nervous feel
High stockings with a slight cut and an elegant appeal.
Spft cheeks and a rose colored soul, her eyes so enticing
Her iris, so blue you could sea the horizon...
From across the gym she captured my full attention
But i welcomed the tunnel vision with full perception
The dance floor a jungle of bodies between the both of us
Thumping bass lines and moving feet cohesively compete
For my attention as i seek to find what will make me complete
Fighting through the crowd the dance floor seems like miles now
Now running through my head in the rain among the clouds
Feeling doubt, unsure with low confidence i start to question myself
What would she want from me shes high among the gods
Shes a saint to a thief, my queen to my pawn. Checkmate.
But i press on heart in sleeve hoping to be her suitor
Stitching our souls to a perfect fit hoping for a future
Walking through the crowd wiping the sweat pf my brow
Capturing the moment to give my queen her crown
As i get closer the air thin and i start to brief heavy
Suddenly tunnel vision kicks in and the room gets empty
And its just me and that blue horizon, i get lost in the depth
And just as i almosy lose my chance and i almost forget.
"Excuse me would you like to dance?"
.....ok.
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