Ashamed Complements

Ashamed Complements.
By HawkTheSlayer a.k.a Royce Richards


He captures Her gaze as He stands, not too distant,
It's intensity beckons Him, ever insistant,
He finds Himself led by invisible line,
The vision before Him, delightful, divine,

So onward He ventures, both awed and entranced,
Amidst writhing bodies, seeming lost in the dance,
Eventually meeting as though summoned by spell,
His stomache's existence, becomes quite hard to tell,

His eyes start devouring Her, such curves and such form,
A magnificent goddess, so voluptous and warm,
Struggling for words, clammy palms, and damp pits,
He mutters in gibberish, before proclaiming "Nice Tits!",

The sting of Her handslap, comfirms His worst fear,
As She storms out of sight, all around laugh and jeer,
The ale, it would seem has taken it's toll,
He would that the dancefloor could swallow Him whole!!