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Safe Smoke
I can feel your eyes on me,
watching my every move
as I react to the pulsing beat
Even though I pretend not to notice
I love the thought of having an audience.
My movements become more suggestive
as your stare wanders
from my swaying hips
to the beads of glistening sweat
forming on my delicate collarbone.
The music is blaring
an assortment of strobes and lasers
creates the atmosphere of a dream
Suddenly I saunter off into the crowd
to avoid reality's rude awakening.
