nightclub, underground

poems 1 Minute

©2022 Michael Raven

his hepcat fingersnap
jazzy slinking smoke
air alive with scat
neon as sexy charm
whiskey on your kiss
pure leather, baby, pure
eyedrift to those
thighs, oh my, and
your flashed smirk as
you follow my eyes
the sliding brush snareskin
touch, snap rimshot in
growing groove night
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