Controlling Disaster

by Aidda

in Poems

Controlling Disaster

Heart pounding like a base
Sweat dripping from your face
Feet moving to the beat
Body rising with the heat

She’s on the dance floor
Can you take it anymore?
You can feel this is your night
Wade through the strobe light

Ask if you can have this dance
Get a smirk and a glance
Move your hips to the beat
Keep yourself on your feet

She grins and gives a wink
Oh the naughty thoughts you think
Pulls you back into the club
Give her ass an impish rub

Then give it a wicked smack
Your derailed train is right on track
Tonight you will play bondage master
No one can control disaster.

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Nov 2nd 2009
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bondage club dancing kinky master music night sex
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I really like the way this one flows. I think my two favorite lines are "Your derailed train is right on track" & "No one can control disaster" Using music as subject matter or a medaphor is always so much fun.

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NorthernTalon Says:

Oh, I rather like this one. Makes me want to get up and dance.

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TamaKit123 Says:

I second northerntalon's comment :}

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