I walk like I wake <br />and on any good day <br />I can make or break or neither at all. <br />I play with words <br />and talk a good game, <br />or dropping the ball <br />I'm nothing and more. <br />Like a player that moves <br />only for movement <br />my happiness is temporal <br />and judged by the score <br />So lets dance in your sheets <br />and spin a new round <br />with a lip bite move <br />as we play on the floor <br />Neon finds <br />your sweat bead whispers <br />to a spread leg movements <br />sapphire core <br />Because in every club <br />theirs always the girl <br />with green earth eyes <br />and a revolving door <br />she's my devil <br />or wing tipped angel <br />so talk a good game <br />for your new mi amore. <br /> <br />Copyright (c) David DeSantis<br /><br />David DeSantis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-club-beat/
