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Male Prostitute...Triple shot of my usual please, I take a sit my usual closer to her and my night begins… I down it hurriedly with pleasure like it was her somewhere across the dim she grins, Time now keeps a journal, the times I have been here and in my mind it's always, the bartender All the many nights I have failed to woo her, could be going on another, so I send her Sitting across from me in the heels, tights with the push-ups I tell her, sending a gin and a tonic I must be getting used I never can tell when it's now in my system, or her name, was it Nik? Eyes fixed on her as she bends over with my order; she gives my blood some rush down to my manly, I feel it swelling up, her hand points back to where I'm sitting from him I imagine, as I try the steadily She hands me my next triple, there is never a night she is not supple just want me and her to be a couple I just want to watch her move her hips once more so I send her with some more hoping for no trouble, At all, Sometimes I just go with the flow… My night's moment when she seems to care, when she says I've had enough of the hot stuff… For me she is the only hot stuff I can't get enough of but again to tell her becomes tough… If she could read my mind she would know it is not them I intend to leave with, They just happen to be my end game each night I fail to win her; she must see me as the filth I always take my drink so slow; the best part is sitting there and calling to her for more… Wishing secretly she would notice me too so I don't take those dirty-women home no-more… Her silky long hair like it's made of champagne, the deep color of her eyes stronger than vodka, Lost in her a misbehaving voice enters my head, introduces herself as Tajkah, Drunkenly my lips misbehave back, not yet but definitely later, my sites still on my prize with hopes The body I lust like the Viceroy sweaty and well-honed and trapped behind those ropes, Hers' like it I just want to tear apart, hump till it drops… I am probably as drunk as the bottle gulp, all that toxic stuff is closed up inside me now… All I want is her, a clean girl for a change to clear my conscience, to change my world but how? With sinful vigor another tries to entice my last sense for the night, Remember her, I bought for first, it is not what I want and each night my mind gives this fight, How did I end up here like all these Mademoiselles I buy pleasure from? I fell for the bartender and each day I come hoping it is another chance I could take her home, Only calling to her, only ordering from her the booze she serves me is the tastiest, Can't she see how sprung I am for her, as I gulp some more all the ladies are becoming the prettiest, The clock has entered that hour when I am now entertaining and falling even for the ugliest, Maybe I should give it a try now; maybe this intoxication will give me the right words… Something is distracting me; she keeps winking at me the one in dreads, Maybe she will do me well, like this glass I am sipping on that body of hers looks well nested, Every day that's how I lose focus of her my only need, I guess I am just wasted! She draws my attention back her cleavage sobers me a while, her lips seemed to be in action, The most entrapping part of her beauty, the one that finds me horny; on her it is my favorite section I keep hoping for some connection… Just me and her lost in some room, locked up until we find the keys to unlock all the satisfaction… Snapping me out of my carnivorous thoughts she smiles, I lit, then she says enough of the Bacardi And you keep calling me Nik, it is Nardi… All I want to say to her is I'm parked right outside in the front, I'm the black Audi, There is a change of air it strangely feels like morning and my bed feels warmer too, What happened last night, I monologue; I remember her smiling at me, now I'm thinking this is cool Only for some quack voice as reeking as my hangover, I did it again and it's not her, the bartender! It is just my shame reaching out to my sheepish wallet for her over-night charge before I offend her. Avantgarde Poetry S.H
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