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Sex club in view
I walk in desolate and alienated
Watching maids of France
The ladies of the night
I sit sheepishly next to the glutton male
Sour beer bottle on the table
I swipe and swallow
My expectations are ceased to a chill
Yellowish and dirty
Soiled in age
Pink brassiere
Tough and silky
Once more, a bra
She is the lady of tonight
She is my lady for the night
<Deleted User> (5646)
Thu 10th Jul 2008 13:17
Oh, you poor thing! Surely you could have done better than that. ha ha.
The "lady" that is, not the poem!
Just a little joke. Hope you don't mind. Janet.x
<Deleted User> (5984)
Thu 10th Jul 2008 09:35
I love the use of colour in this poem, the pink bar contasting with the yellow and dirt. Very effective.
Mel
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Jeff Dawson
Fri 11th Jul 2008 00:35
Hi Sean, really like how you've described a seedy and tense situation so well and atmospherically, cheers Jeff