Clubbing Poem by taylor wiebe

Beats loud
breathing heavy
outstanding crowd

hands up, drip it low
see him walk over
with a smirk that has a glow.

his hands on my waist
moving to the rhythm of the music
i turn and see his face

should i stay or should i go
there’s so many boys
and oh man, this could be a long show

walking away, creating a tease
you either know how to play the field or you don’t
cause on thingi know is i know he was pleased

minutes pass as i stop to get a drink
and before i know it
were on the dance floor, dancing in sync

the night ends
i grab my purse
and the crowd slowly descends