I think I met the one last night under the strobe lights with music blasting through the loud speakers. She was one with the rhythm coursing through my veins.
Her hips and lips inviting me to dance with her. Last night I had the time of my life, one for the books. History was written with her in my arms.
The world faded into the background, all I saw was her last night. My eyes roamed over her curves, her smile alluring almost blinding.
Seen, with her I felt seen and understood. Her eyes I got lost in last night, they held mystery and I never shy away from solving puzzles.
She was sly, evaded questions just held my hand guiding me to become one with her on the dance floor. Last night was a dream coming true.
One dance was not enough, she made me hungry an appetite so insatiable. Yet she disappeared last night before I found a way to know her better.
I hope I find my girl. Last night was great, hit me up please.
(c) Twisted Empress.
