A/N: I was actually thinking of one set of characters as I was writing
this, but then while I was re-reading it, at least two others came to mind.
Find me four or more patterns in here and you'll win your very own
depressing poem, from me. Max445522@aol.com.
She swings her hips seductively to the side.
The black tank top shows a bit of midriff; exactly what she wants.
Slender arms move in hypnotic rhythm with the music.
~ * ~ * ~
She stands alone and dances in the corner.
The dark room flashes with bright lights; eyes are drawn to her.
Awake and breathing just like the rest of the nighttime world.
~ * ~ * ~
She slips away, not unnoticed, through the crowd.
The ebony hair catches the light; followed through the door.
Fearless features taken in by the newcomer's grey eyes.
~ * ~ * ~
She stalks her prey, leads him to the back alley.
The shadowed street shows no sign of life; deserted? Not quite.
Passionate and darkly beautiful, another life claimed.
this, but then while I was re-reading it, at least two others came to mind.
Find me four or more patterns in here and you'll win your very own
depressing poem, from me. Max445522@aol.com.
She swings her hips seductively to the side.
The black tank top shows a bit of midriff; exactly what she wants.
Slender arms move in hypnotic rhythm with the music.
~ * ~ * ~
She stands alone and dances in the corner.
The dark room flashes with bright lights; eyes are drawn to her.
Awake and breathing just like the rest of the nighttime world.
~ * ~ * ~
She slips away, not unnoticed, through the crowd.
The ebony hair catches the light; followed through the door.
Fearless features taken in by the newcomer's grey eyes.
~ * ~ * ~
She stalks her prey, leads him to the back alley.
The shadowed street shows no sign of life; deserted? Not quite.
Passionate and darkly beautiful, another life claimed.