My body moves easily to the beat
People gravitate, but I know the encounter is fleeting
I expect no more, but it’s a blow to the ego
Sweat envelopes my body and a hand’s on my waist
I move with purpose now, without a glimpse of the face
The event is symbiotic, the atmosphere hypnotic, we turn and we kiss and the passion is tragic
There is no love, just intensity in this lust story
We live and we thrive in anonymity’s glory
Semi-Employed 