i don't care tuppence

for writhing bodies

in mesh white t-shirts


rubbing up against me

in a bar's dark corners

and light splash dance floors

or hands that try to play

tic tac toe between my thighs

bold faces shoved close

with harsh 5 o clock shadows

and uneven teeth that gleam

with sullen wolfen grace

sweaty chest's that press

too hard across my pecs

strong knees eager to push

between my own legs

the mobs event sets rolling

to the DJ's ratchets sound wave

sounds the hissing snarling beast

drowning out a still small voice

that scream that he's not tender

but sets my brain ablaze

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