Music pulses through my veins
as bodies writhe with one another
on the packed dance floor.
Colored lights spasm from above,
dulling my senses.
My perception isn’t my own.
Heat rises on a haze of
perfume and cologne.
So many faces,
so many souls,
so many hearts.
I am both revolted and aroused.
Pressing my back against
the cold wall behind me,
I
scan,
peruse,
hunt…
~Drake