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