She's up against a wall,
A small plastic cup in hand.
Friends are long gone,
Disappeared far into the bass,
The beat, the dancing, the crowd.
She stands alone, frightened,
But refuses to show it.
But he smells her fear,
And inches closer, so slowly;
Like a predator stalking its prey.
His words are like candy,
Sweet and inviting,
Irresistible and unstoppable.
Fingers intertwine and he leads her away.
He tell