It’s 12am and the club is to capacity,
yet I still spot her almond butter eyes
despite others making amorous contact.
Nothing has my attention like her,
skin smooth, glowing like my cognac.
The DJ tracks are not disappointing,
but all I want to hear is her song,
what appeals to her and turns her on.
There’s nothing that has my attention
like a woman that comes off strong.
Empowerment moves with her walk,
that mini dress kissing her thighs,
just a fabrication of her work.
If anyone has my attention it’s her,
and I’m sure she knows my worth.
“Hello! Nice to meet you.”
- G

