smack that booty

she watching at me
from across the starry floor.
and i said look at her
she wants this night for sure.

her hairs is black
and it reaches to her shoulder.
every man in this room.
has a dream has a plan to hold her.

i walk right over through
the lights sweat and bass
i'm more pleased when i draw near
when i am able to see her face.

she pulls me close
i taste her breath
i'm drunk and crazy
but this i wont forget


it's an empty evening
in a crowded room.
let heavy music
be this evenings tomb.

i'm not looking for meaning
i'm not looking for beauty
i'm looking to turn her around
and smack that booty.

empty night
said it;s an empty night.
said its an empty night.
i wish a m**********r
would pick a fight.

cliche
cliche.

sweet cliche,

party to the next day.

Reviews

[B. Bassett]

You're such a man. Aha, this was great though, really fun and energetic. "her hairs is black" I don't think the word hair should be plural there.
Besides that. I loved it :)

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

reads like a song with quite a pulse~ raw and to the point~ your description is spot on regarding night prowls in a haze across a dancefloor pumping beat with bodies stalking sweat~

[ashley]

i'm not looking for meaning
i'm not looking for beauty
i'm looking to turn her around
and smack that booty.

Hahaha sounds like a fun night ;P