"On The Prowl"

The lights all glimmered in such an entrancing pattern, as they shone upon the bodies on the dancefloor--keeping up the flow. They all bumped `n grinded upon each other so closely, in such a patiently obvious--yet--endearing, ecstatic motion.
Rythm was no downfall, as he knew he had the moves. It was the profound and esteemed act of getting his groove on, that seemed to have him stumped.
There was no statement to be made, as he had it going on.
But there's something to be said when something's going wrong.
There's a boy at the counter of the bar and he's looking for that 'Love'.
Against all odds, you'll see that he's not too far off.
He's downing drink after drink, he's over the hill, he's on the prowl.
But after each drink, if you look closely...
I lost myself.