Poetry Of Skin

Why'd I meet you in drunken slur at drunken hour at drunk bar with drunken queens and drunken dance with drunken music in the air, the air hot, putrid, sweaty, vomit, vodka, coke, coke, coke, beer, moist heat, all we want is meat, all we want is a fuck at the end of the night, find Mr Right! Look, look, there he is, comic book super heroe swooping down to save 'em all. Look! Look! There he went into the arms of another. We're looking for Mr Right Now in drugged up haze, blur, blur, heart racing, pounding in you chest, up in your throat, behind your eyes, blood shot, staring, wincing, squinting, trying to focus, tears drop like rain on a window to your soul, soul?, soul!?!
The soul you sold to the scene, queen!

Anyways ahead i go, urban poetry in my gut, going deeper, digesting my thoughts and churning them into words! words! words!
Scene set at drunken bar with drunken you and drunken me, bottle of beer in your hand, taste of beer on your lips.
Eyes locked, optical fuck,
Hot? me?
Drunken you,
Daze, daze,
Kiss, kiss, fuck, talk, fuck some more.

Lay in bed thursday night, kiss and touch on your skin, the skin you're in, so soft on you, sweet to me, sweat, salt on me in heat! heat!
Brown eyes look into mine,
I'm blind! I'm blind!
Smiling though i cannot see,
I can feel! Your touch like ants creeping on my skin,
Goose pimples,
Arse dimples,
Soft chest,
Sweet lips,
Sweet neck,
Horny fuck!
Laugh! Laugh!
Smile some more!

KG