Listen to Your Heart

She is sweating, she is slick.
There is darkness, there is flowery perfume,
there are endless thoughts she is making an effort
to toss forcefully out the proverbial window.
Set the scene to a racing techno beat,
set it to crushed grass, set it to sandy jeans,
set her straight, she is wandering,
dripping curls parted lips she needs to know,
she needs to decide its coming fast now
and here comes the chorus of the song
he is waiting eyes asking
set the scene she is listening for you.