I had a great time dancing
But was it good enough
I connected with people on the dance floor
Spinning, twisting, laughing, dancing
Is it good enough?
I think about how I didn’t talk to one person
Who’s danced I loved
I had a great experience dancing sensually with a woman
Touching, sliding, caressing, engaging
Was that good enough?
I wanted more
I had a great time dancing, Loved it.
So HOT…. Sexy bodies in motion
Exploring the deeper parts of ourselves
I keep picturing having a fuck fest with this group
A sea of moving sweaty bodies
Touching, sucking & fucking
Exploring our god granted gifts
Its one of the few times I am granted solace from this poisoned mind
Moving my body on the dance floor
Spinning and jumping
Feeling my heart pound in my chest
Blood course thru my veins
Feeling the air fueling the fire
Watching the beast rip its way out of my chest
No longer giving a shit
It kicks the light side of my personality aside to the floor
Screaming silently while my moments get
More dramatic More energized more fierce
Muscles burn with desire
Fuck you!! I wont do what you tell me!
Sounds great, doesn’t it….
Was it good enough??
I still found fault in my actions
Should have, could have
Always striving for some kinda perfection
Tortured by a sick mind
Waiting to sigh and let go
Where is my place??
No one seems to fit me??
Seems like there is always a gapping hole someplace
Always looking for more
Always trying to make better
Something must be broke inside this head of mine
Maybe I should try the wire hanger lobotomy
Its actually feels great to have spit all the out