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A lap dance, A lover the dim light, another late night her dress tight I wonder, above her The smoke on the ceiling and in me, I'm feeling I'm lifted and drifting her dress, I've been peeling off and shes free and shes down on her knees and I'm back in the moment where she wants me to be so I move her, and through her I wish that I knew her by morning or sooner I'll be gone |
I like this poem it has such a natural rhythem to it and tells a complete story with a shorter poem. I also really like the description of the smoke. Great Right keep on writing Sarah | Posted on 2008-02-05 00:00:00 | by Selene | [ Reply to This ] | |