Dirty Dare

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that night there was a fire in all their eyes 
each time a heartbeat, another felt its rhythmic passion 
a guise was given to open the euphoric
allow dreams to transpire 
give way to deep fantasies 
unlock rooms full of lust 
a house of secrets welcomes a guest 
sweat makes him shine like a trophy  
his skin is a craving  
aphrodisiac to taste 
casting eyes no matter where the gaze 
he cannot see for propositions 
adventures without warnings 
free tickets without cost 
dare he swims in a sea of naked taunts
dare he wade in a sultry ocean
dare he listen to pleading whispers
dare he…

Dances with the Devil

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In the hours where most sleep 
I sit in a purple lit booth 
something beautiful catches eyes as they adjust 
neon lights flicker as it dances…I watch
soft music plays the soundtrack of inhibitions leaving 
fake smoke to cloud judgement so what is seen is seen 
what is felt is felt
the night, the morning, make love to born a single time 
where mistakes are suppressed by the high of letting go  
bartenders, over there gossip, whisper, and glare  
still tolerant of these patron games
but only until the last tip 
nothing good comes of the hours between night and day 
it is where fantasies live in the moment 
and shadows hide the truths of deception 
for the thrill of finding places that the world forgets about
are games played by strangers in pass
with lost souls, bruised hearts,
and access to the wrong medicine