sweat.

oh, the hormones, they are

rushing, pushing, pulling.

rubbing under strobe-lights;

it's almost-sex.

private actions publicized,

carlessness; uncivilized.

for a moment they are not caring.

and the look in their eyes tells

you that there's no stopping;

oh;

rush.

pinkbluegreenblack

flashflashflashflash-flash

flashflash.

sweat, sweat, beads and droplets

running down my back and thighs

dancing like you're hypnotized

by the lights; black and white

show them how you--

but everyone knows.

it's coming with the song,

'oh, oh, don't tease me girl.

don't tease me girl you know it

ain't easy girl and ohhhh..'

it's like a sound-orgasam.

dancing on the floor like you're

mad.

"you beast, you let your

inner thoughts slip through

form into brainwaves then actions

and everything is done and said,

go back home and go to bed,

since daddy never knew what you did,

just go back home, and go to bed.

the rush is over and now you're done.

it seems like it's over when you

thought it just begun. pinkblue

greenblack, change your clothes so

you don't expose and no one will

ever have to know, who you really are.

how you put up your show, put on your

shield now you're ready to go. so take

it down and untarnish the silver."

That's what I would've like to said to you,

but the words just never came out.