this moment

A tight black dress,
Sky high heels,
She glides across the room,
Feeling their eyes follow her,
She stops at the bar,
Wrapping her arms around a man,
She’s never met him,
But he is tall, dark and handsome,
His hands,
On the small of her back,
Gripping her hair,
She knows exactly what she wants,
They call her a s***,
Women view her as competition to defeat,
Men view her as an object to be possessed,
Her parents view her as a soul to be saved
She doesn’t mind,
She lives for this moment,
She is free.