Hidden purposes

Sitting at a dance club,
just sitting and looking everywhere,
I see a drunk ridiculous woman
and a bum trying to find a possible affair.

Its interesting to watch,
personalities from around,
just looking at them makes you laugh,
but its sad and kind of profound.

Just looking through every corner,
for someone interesting with whom I can converse,
when your eyes captivate my exploring device,
your way of clothing is so diverse.

I walk towards you with hidden purposes,
but i think your not stupid, so you know my mission.
Accidentally I bump into you, and a sensual "I'm sorry" is one of my resources,
my eyes with timid flirting conquers your submission.

I keep walking but I keep your attention,
by waving from side to side my "latina" hips,
my heritage which I proudly enhance with no discretion,
by biting my full and desirable lips.

You say "Wait, I didn't hear your name."
I say "I didn't tell you."
You say that not telling you is shame,
you have fallen in my trap, you will be mine soon.