I hate going
to clubs
where people just stand around
with beers in their hands,
laughing and sleezing
under the revolving eye
of the strobe sun.
I gotta dance on a girl.
I gotta feel her hips
underneath a velvet miniskirt;
her legs
all soft
and microscopically
prickly.
Jan 3, 2012
Jan 3, 2012 at 6:45 PM UTC
I hate going
to clubs
where people just stand around
with beers in their hands,
laughing and sleezing
under the revolving eye
of the strobe sun.
I gotta dance on a girl.
I gotta feel her hips
underneath a velvet miniskirt;
her legs
all soft
and microscopically
prickly.
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