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Grind

By John Patrick Robbins

Grind

She moved within the confines of a smoke filled room.
The music played and the drinks flowed.

A private dance and her body upon mine.

The eyes played the game and seduction was in full gear.
So close, so tempting lingering upon a kiss then the music faded.

"Care for another dance?"

She asked and with a body like hers how could I say no.

More than the drinks were stiff that night.

Sometimes nothing does exist but the moment.

Live it up.






Article © John Patrick Robbins. All rights reserved.
Published on 2018-05-21
Image(s) are public domain.
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