- Erotic Poetry
- Slow Burn
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Smoke in here.
Bring your own beer.
Stool by the stage.
Neon blindness
in my eyes.
Crystal
is
a bit too old,
sagging a little,
like a teacher you want,
to fuck,
as a child.
Krista
is
in her G-string,
slaps a
fat
man in the face,
with her tits.
Fake.
Tawnie
is
short haired,
dances with glasses,
naked ass
is nice,
tanned like every
girl
you knew in school,
every cheerleader,
sitting in front,
can't see you behind.
Aylissa
is
pierced
down there.
Look.
Don't.
Ever.
Fucking.
Touch.
There is no point to watching a girl,
unless she doesn't know you are there,
and you have a secret,
to treasure in your perverted heart,
but you can't pay for secrets,
and they can see you down from the stage.
Hot lights.
I'm offered a private dance.
No thanks.
A dollar anyway.
Just sit.
The air is rich with sweat and money and flesh.
Copyright 2001 Alex Finch
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