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Peep Hole Oct 2014
the music is loud
the lights are blinding
everybody's inside
a moment they're enjoying

some are on the floor
fun games and dancing
some are just alone
observing, looking

one man stares
just from the sidelines
he's looking for a man
that he does not seem to find

he skims through the crowd
scanning every drunk faces
another man turns to meet his eyes
they seem to talk through heated gazes

the man then goes near
an inch separating the two
their lips met in a rush
a whisper of "i want you"

they quickly rent a cab
a ride for them to go home
but the shorter wants a different ride
an enjoyable and wonderful one into oblivion

as they stepped into their warmth
fast as the light they undress
slender fingers kept roaming
minds that do not care less

hair is a mess
bodies are sticky and sweaty
they just made the bed creak louder
louder than one could ever be
inspired by another poem i read somewhere and i dont know how to write sobs

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