shiny body dress, make a sista's behind collidin' disco globes---swingin' to bass & percussion, like bouncin' sing-a-long balls. we move like smoke, through a wall of bodies, wet from funk climbin' outta pores like worms, outta wet earth. we're subaquatic plants, swayin' to caribbean currents under reggae beats, while bruthas grind their root in the groove of a sista's bass line. we shake our shadows across the room, call funk through the rpm's of a sista's thighs--- violently twitchin' & jerkin', darin' bruthas to hurt themselves on those hips; an 8 second bull-ride, before they're thrown to seclusion with their egos wound'd. black bodies. tight on each other, wet like black berries transparently stain'd by hot air & sweat mixin' on the epidermis. the club be a thermas of angry souls, shakin' from their hosts. a thermas of bodies, where narcotic nebulas grey clublights. black lights be sex sirens for testosterone & estrogen traffic. & clothin' clingin' to wet skin like static, bodies battlin' the beat like butterflies, breakin' through their cocoons. we shake our bones from our flesh, let funk be our new skin and scuff the dance floor like the faces of our enemies.