Party

The crowded room and eyes that abound
Some locking, some moving on,
Some turning back, after seeming to move around,
Then the music plays, the dance is on.

The lights flash and everything throbs.
The breath. The hearts. The blood.
Emotions frothing while passion bobs
Up. Up amidst the sweat heated flood.

Hands brush a sculpted body ahead,
The eyes, those eyes, turn;
An invitation to a far-off bed,
While here bodies burn.

The music vibrates ‘round the borrowed room
And consumes the frenzied mass;
It’s almost a densely packed womb
Where energy astounds but seldom lasts.

A vivid range of humanity,
Each heart fighting his own fight;
A valiant war against eventuality
Ultimately done to find Mr. Right.

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