champagne1982
Dangerous Liaison
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- Aug 31, 2002
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Ugh. Talk about crap...Hang on. It's somewhere on my hard drive. I'll come back and edit this post and paste it here. (Damn it's a crap piece of writing, too, but I don't really mind).
But stop that smirking!
Disco Inferno
I fell into a soggy sponge cake,
A poet's dark vision of hell
When I turned around I couldn't help but sniff
A horrid, burning smell.
What set light to the fuel
Causing this black, oily smoke?
Did the glitter ball cast brilliant sparks
Igniting the chest of a hairy bloke?
His golden medallions nestling cozily there,
Amidst polyester folds and wiry, black hair.
Flamboyant twists and vibrant twirls,
Tight, pastel pants draw girlish eyes
To his lean, masculine hips,
And taut, muscular thighs.
Desire burns as the music throbs
Could the cake be ruined in the rain?
Will the chains catch in a chest dark with hair
Bringing hot, torrid, post-disco pain?
His golden medallions nestling cozily there,
Amidst polyester folds and wiry, black hair.
With a grind of his hips and gleaming smile
His cherry picking fingers up in the air,
He enflames his girl's passions
With his macho flare.
She moves, a shadow of darkened grace,
Her black satin dress a subdued foil
Against his bright plummage, dowdy,
Lest the glare of the peacock she spoil.
His golden medallions nestling cozily there,
Amidst polyester folds and wiry, black hair.
Look at the denizens of this smoky pit
So powerfully entranced!
'Twas the devil's conception, this place
Where demonic Hustlers danced.
Full of sex and drugs and pounding bass,
Is Satan's Fiery Disco,
Taunting them with bright, flashing lights
Come dance for eternity in this inferno.
His golden medallions nestling cozily there,
Amidst polyester folds and wiry, black hair.