on girl number two

the girl shakes violently on the floor. not in convulsions, but in glorious contortions of pulsating rhythm. she rules over the dance floor just as she unknowingly reigns over my heart. i wish i knew what sweet nothings to enunciate in her tender ears in order to make her mine completely. as it is, i share her, unwillingly, with them and their ravenous eyes, them with their jester tongues, loaded with quips and laughter and totally devoid of the devotion that holds my longing eyes and waiting tongue in check. goddess, i am your devoted follower. when will you give me the exquisite release i long for?