Rough draft
01/05/2005 02:05 p.m.
I was cleaning my files and saw an old draft of a poem I've been meaning to finish for a long time now. I still havent updated the draft. Maybe one of these days...


Club ecstasy

Laughter muted by the blaring music
Eyes burned by the thick cigarette smoke
Mesmerizing green glow sticks
Beer bubbling from shaken bottles

Glide. Slide.
A shot of flaming Street�s Desire.
Hips reverberating with the need to be touched

Drumming, Droning
Acoustic guitar.

Smooth
Consumed in passion