PRETTY TORNADOES

 

At the eleventh hour, they stormed into the ballroom

In all shades of fashion, they painted our lusting eyes

Sweet smelling ethanol did their lethal bodies give

And their aura shook our heads

Making it impossible to say yes to our cultivated discipline

Pretty Tornadoes, inverted by the shape of their English ball dresses

They wrecked our confidence

But we chose to still ask them for a dance

The festive spirit was with us 

They agreed

And dance did we

To the melody of the reckless music, we danced

On the tip of our libido, we danced

At the expense of our beating hearts, we danced

Wine after wine me and my brothers drank

Just to boost our confidence to feel the warmth of their thighs

But they blocked off all our agenda with graceful tactics

And with sweet laughter

Sweet enough to cause the other men in the room to desert their wives in a bid to dance with natural disasters

Confidence became a precious commodity

And cups of wine became the legal tender

Graceful men lost their character 

And in the palm of shame, they danced

The aftermath was a bloody dance floor.