I sit bored across the room,
Deep in thought, watching you
As you swirl to rhythmic nights
Of loud music and blinking lights
Wondering if you can find me
In the left corner of the room
Yes, the one sipping rum
The curls overshadowing eyes
Back is drooped, titled head,
Waiting for music to pause
So that you can disarm her
Lead her to an easy chair.
Lift your smile and walk ahead
Relax on to my side, I want my
verbal dance tonight
You promised me candlelight.
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