The Bottom's Up Club
Goatboy
The pool table no male has used waits
Between dances as she blazes with our eyes,
Beaming on her skin needles of the heat our wishes make.
Between each of us there is not enough space,
But we breathe so easily we don't notice the smoke.
Though the music is brutal, she caresses her breasts
And writhes as much as she can while standing.
For a moment her eyes seem to whisper
Across her dark to yours, "I am so alone."
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