Every evening dressed up in fine dresses come young people to my club.
In their eyes I see the desires they wish to fulfill while filling alcohol tub.
With every puff of smoke their throats throw out,
Their confidence gets stout.
They are people with goals to achieve,
Behind their smiles, they keep a knife if in need.
They celebrate, in jubilation often make statements,
The house charged with pelvic energies.
In the group of boys you see a sort of competition,
In girls you see the award of the function.
They both driven by nature hone their skills,
Before coming, they often have practiced certain drills.
They have walked the body, and words before,
What they bring here is all manufactured, nothing raw.
Then they begin to dance,
Without saying anything, they begin to pounce,
As the lights...