One-Night Stand

Bodies angling to the music The crazy angry melody pervading the air With the night a perfect cover All in a perfect misrepresentation of DaVinci's brilliance. I sat in the dark corner Miserly sipping the cheap beer I was worth My roving eyes scanning left to right;woman to girl;buttocks to breasts My silent lips praying for a prey. I turned to leave Cursing my luck for lack of luck And there's she was like sheba Her jezebel nails shone in the myriad of light With her red hot lips tantalizing the rim of the margarita glass And her endowed frame screaming for help to get out of her tiny dress As I moved towards my kill Armed with my trusting enchanting smile And my brain overflowing with pickup lines I said a coy hormone releasing hello And I knew my night was made.