“Gold Skin (Feet away)”
Who is this woman with the golden skin? That dances around like she has zero cares. That points her nose towards the sky and spins and flips and hits the plie so eloquently. It’s not the typical type of dancing you’d see here. I’m much more used to seeing women - twerking, working, every inch of the body their mommas blessed em with. Why - are my eyes so trained on this one? Why - do i get up from my seat at the bar? Just to move a little bit closer. Just to be a couple feet away. Just to be hypnotized by her swiftness, By the smooth breeze felt when she sautés. Who is this woman? That makes it so that i - so that i tell the bartender to close my tab. I am love drunk now. And i am praying i never get rid of this hangover. Who is this woman? Why hasn’t she stopped dancing? Why is she looking me in my eyes? I’m nervous now. As fuck. I have not the slightest clue how I’m going to approach. Why didn’t i just stay a couple more ...