Watching Me, Watching You

Standing in my face with all the temptation in the world. Keep brushing against my backside as you walk by. Making sure that I know that you are there. Watching who I dance with & every move I make. I know you're watching, but you won't catch me watching you. I like to bring attention to my lips. I glance at you through the reflection of the pictures & I guess you like what you see. Because you haven't broken concentration since I walked in the room. The right song plays & you watch my hips float towards the dance floor. I flick my hair, because I know me & my girls have an audience. & even though I'm flattered, I'm still going to dance, as if I was alone in my room. My hips sway back & forth, my waist follows in circular motions & moments later I feel you press against me. Your chest rubs against my back, & your hands interlock with mine. Your moving at a faster pace, then what I want, & I break free. I look you in your eyes. You watch my lips, then eyes. "Try Harder" as I walked away & he bit his lip.