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Homage to Leonard Cohen.

At a club she greets her lovers,

Though they do not know her face;

It’s easy to recognize her,

She’s the girl seduced by base.

Although they’ve never met her

And seldom ask her name,

They’re gentle, kind and giving

As they fan her inmost flame.

Her veins soon fill with fire,

There’s laughter on her lips,

White powder in her nostrils

And blood on her fingertips.

Her legs are long and supple,

Her breasts are pale as doves

She jumps, she sways, she rattles

To the music that she loves.

She rides the techno stallion

Here each and every night,

A vampire of emotion;

Long shielded from the light.

She lives her life in leather,

In black velvet and in lace,

The rhythm draws her always

And forever to this place.

Music makes her hunger

For dancing and for cock;

She takes it slow and often;

There’s no secret to unlock.

Her mouth is sweet as honey,

Her tongue is cool as glass,

There’s Heaven in her pussy,

And Nirvana in her ass.

The alley’s there to hide her,

The darkness is her friend

And, though the stars may perish,

Her lusts will never end.

Three holes of hers need filling

And when she’s filled all three,

She takes a seat right here my friend

And bums a drink from me!

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