H Songhai's List: English class

"If you're dancing with me, how can you go sweep away the boys in the band" His smile is magnetic but I know his type.
  "Why be with the makers of Jazz when you could be with the owners, snugglepup?" He falters in his countenance, unsure of my intentions but enthralled, nevertheless that I called him such a term used to petting parties. Deliberately, he twirls me in such a way that the fringed hem of my dress flaps up to my thigh and I respond with a provocative pout and the flutter of flamboyant ringed eyes. He knows my type as well and deludes that he took no notice of such acts but yet I can feel his eyes burning into the sequins and sheeny threads of the material enwrapping my flattened bust, back up to my face, admiring the artificial aspect, and up to the feathers in the band around my forehead.