GhostBongo

The Siren's Call. Bright pink lips, booty shorts, a bikini top. She gestures wildly, beckoning every person to have a dance with her. Another drink goes down and I'm pulled into her dance where hips thrust wildly and hands roam everywhere. Yet when lips meet, it's hollow and broken sloppy and careless no spark or real feelings. I don't walk away or even pull apart. Our limbs mesh together more and even though it's full of sweat and nothing more than heat I cannot bring myself to turn away. This Siren has captured me, and for the rest of the night I'm hers.