Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Wednesday is poetry day (sorry).
Tequila flavored dancers
touch my life from time to time,
the sweetness of seduction mixed with salt and lime.
and the bars are closing early and my nights are getting blurry
as we sweat the righteous sweat of good clean sin.
and we're howling in the night as we hold
each other tight,
longing and desperation
touched with gin.
the lights are poppin' brightly
and the music's unforgiving.
let the devil wait his turn
and let's get on with living,
as we revel in each other's chance to burn.