A simple rhyme about an established tradition...classic poetry at it's finest...
Went to the local go-go to see what's shaking, Found me a hottie who was really quaking, Moving to the music, the pulsing beat, This young beauty was light on her feet, Back arched, legs high in the air, As I sat with my drink, I just had to stare, This young thing was really on fire, So much energy, seemed she'd never tire, She soon had the crowd eating out of her hand, Watching her was...Read On
Added: 27 Mar 2010 | Category: Love Poems |
Avg Score: 5 |
Tags: yet another poem shaker bar good time whatever
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