I know it's more than music
That makes that sweet girl dance;
It's the cold man in the corner
And his calculating glance.
She sways her body to the beat
Flips her honeyed hair,
Tries as best as she knows how
To make the stranger stare.
He watches all her movements
From the corner of his eye,
Knows she thinks she's lost his gaze
As her lips part in a sigh.
It’s all amusing to this man,
Master of his sick game;
He sees this girl as little more
Than a good time to be shamed.
She finds the courage to walk up
Make small talk, maybe flirt
Sips his offered martini,
Spiked with what’ll get him up her skirt.
The night draws closed; his game is won
They slip out of the bar
And stumble through the parking lot
To his patient, waiting car.
For those of you who don't know, a rufie is a date rape drug... hence the title.
Er... well, hoped you liked it, I guess.
Bisexual Flamingo Community Member 
|
|
