Wrapped Up |
by Barbara Evelyn |
Party in full swing Music pulsing Asses wining Hands swaying People jumping I'm just watching. Nigger slides up to me Holds out his hands Wanna dance he asks? I back away laughing He advances, reaching We move unto the floor Fast music playing Still nigger wanna be grinding His body's rubbing Hands smoothly caressing Heat settling. I move into him Rubbing, drooling Suddenly back peddling Head clearing Hey mister, hold up, holdup Slow down, easy now! I don't even know you. |