The drink is cold <br />the cigarette on fire <br />the night is shouting <br />all types of open possibilities <br />The moment it comes together <br />and beauty walks up to me <br />wearing a tight red dress <br />and an over abundance of joy <br />crying to be touched, kissed and bit <br />the music gets louder <br />and the room begins to move slowly <br />she looks straight into my eyes <br />and slowly runs her tongue <br />across her full red lips <br />I see her lust in <br />her deep green eyes <br />and joy takes over <br />my entire existence <br />Before I feel a <br />violent nudge in my back <br />and my wife tells me <br />to stop fucking snoring<br /><br />Charles Lara<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-out/
