Midnight Beauty

You were dressed in your Friday night freak clothes,
Ready for a night of bustin' up bars.
You really weren't expecting her arrival,
And when she appeared
You almost fell through the floor.

She came in a swirl
Of black and red leather.
Y'd never seen a skirt like that before.
Somehow full-length was sexy
And her eyes were on fire,
Burning all your shields right down.

It was her who made the first move,
Grabbing hold of those rings
That you kept on your wrists.
Her smile said she knew how to use them.
When you asked,
She promised that that was a given
And maybe you'd find out.

On the dance floor,
To music you didn't need to hear,
Her body was your focus
And leader
And need.
Driving rhythms
Forced their way into your head,
And it felt like the world around you
Was going to implode
Or just collapse straight to hell
While you held safe
In her bare arms.

As threatening words
Were murmured and crooned
Over speakers
Turned way too high,
Her lips found yours
And you were sure that there was no need
For words anymore.
Her tongue moving in your mouth,
Spelling out more promises,
Her hands catching on the loops and straps
Of your grandest
Friday night freak clothes.

You had told all your friends
To forget the scene;
You were here for the music, after all.
To stand self-important
And maybe a bit too pretentious
In the corner
As you watched the masses around you.

Now, in the clasp
Of this fiery succubus,
None of that seemed real
And you just let it all go.
She surrounds you,
Consumes you,
And leaves you in a pile
In the middle of the dance floor.

Crawl home
In your Friday night freak clothes.
And write it all down
In your own dark journal.
Already looking forward to next Friday,
Praying for the girl
Who never told you her name.