My " Nightclub " poem... Smokefilled colours invade the - TopicsExpress



          

My " Nightclub " poem... Smokefilled colours invade the blackness Nostrils assaulted by mingled scents Bodies gyrate to a pulsing beat Looks are given, taken, ignored, sent Fingers flutter across sweat filled skin Couples slither around a mortal sin Hand in hand and lips combined They stagger out into the night Leaving behind a frantic race To score a partner with desperate haste While others wait for their heart to mend Before the throbbing evening ends.
Posted on: Tue, 27 Aug 2013 06:05:09 +0000

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