Poetry / Club Style

Watch me pop,
watch me dip.
Grab up on me.
Follow my hip.

Take me to V.I.P,
we can dance all night.
I’ll make you say “Yeah!”
We’ll feel like we just took flight.

You’re grinding on me,
I’m grinding on you.
Buy me another drink.
You know what it do.

The club is pumping,
and my body’s heated.
Dancing non-stop.
“Come up here lil’ mama” the Disc Jockey pleaded.

Drinks keep coming,
and women keep kissing.
This place is like an ocean.
And we are all fishing.

I can hear you breathing heavy,
and it just makes me want more.
Satisfaction I’m getting.
Expecially with every drink the bartender pours.

It’s around two’o’clock,
and I’m ready to score.
We are finally walking out.
Just wait till’ you see me dance when my clothes are on the floor.

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