2011.1.17 by Shonda Creemer8:15p.m.
ashtray full
glass empty
his breath smells of
burnt cigarettes and watered down scotch
he can't take his eyes
off the lanky blond gyrating
her hips against the cold steel
slowly peeling off her skimpy
g-string and cheap purple bra
they both dance with the devil
on a Monday afternoon
they both lose 01/17/2011 Posted on 01/19/2011 Copyright © 2024 Shonda Creemer
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