Mike‘s Dj-ing tonight at Lick.
About time I get to go dance. Tear a heart shaped hole in the eloquent tongue of my bodies motion. Language darling, of sex and death and that unsteady beat, arrhythmia. Thumbtack toes and a sticky smile, not very many people have seen me go dancing at the lesbian bars. I grind and dip, swooping in to catch the pretty girls and let them go. I collect people, I play pool on the dark uneven table, I suggestively chalk my cue and abandon it for music, kicking off my shoes in a corner to collect later.
Wouldn’t you like to see? I like to have a room of people dancing with me, we’re all girls, there’s no lurking quietly in the dark. Hard hot hands, I grab you and twist you to me. My thigh goes here, gasps to the thud of the electric drums, clarify what you want. I’m not going to give it to you, but I’ll tease. Let you lick me, let you kiss me goodbye, but you’re not coming home. Dirty dancing, I only take.
Wish I had a fishnet shirt.