A Poem on Clubbing

If you find me in the club
I am into touching
Your ear with my lips
To tell you what I do.

When there is no music
Only the coffee maker
Gurgling at the finish
Wondering what I do

Ok you say.  One more chance
Before the vibrations and shmedium shirts
Overtake your lips at her ear
Telling you what you do

When there is no flickering strobe
Only the look in the mirror
Smiling at the finish
Knowing what you do.

OK you say.

Do you want sex dance?

 

Yes, they are all texting.

 

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