Sunday, March 15, 2009


The bass is booming
loud as my heart.
I can fell her brush up against me,
grasp my neck and pull me in.
Whispering bashful words into my ear.
My hands, holding her.
We exchange slurred words
between our intoxicated bodies.
The liquor rushing to our lips
we embrace each other openly.
Letting go and light-headed,
she leads you to the lavitories.

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