Lights (Poetry Freestyle)

She can move that ass on the dance floor!
Could she make it bounce while she’s in my bed?
We look;
We dance;
I whisper;
She smiles.
After buying all these expensive drinks,
She should come with me and stay a while.
We kiss;
We touch;
While moving in rhythm,
We both nut.
I am frantically trying to decide
How to get rid of her before the sun comes up.

Poet, short story writer, and aspiring novelist. This blog details my writing journey and everything in between: supporting other writers, doing a feature column and serving as editor-in-chief for All Authors Magazine Online.

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