In the neon glow where shadows dance,
A crowd of twinks in a sultry trance.
Scantily clad, they strut and sway,
Bubble butts and bulges steal the day.
Glitter on skin, a shimmering tease,
Taut fabric clings with effortless ease.
Hips that roll like waves on the shore,
Each step a spark, igniting more.
Eyes like fire, they flirt and flaunt,
In the pulsing night, they taunt and haunt.
Cheekbones sharp, their laughter sings,
A chorus of freedom, no need for wings.
Tangled in heat, they own the scene,
Confidence bold, their bodies keen.
From twilight’s edge to dawn’s soft hush,
Bubble butts and bulges, a radiant rush.