Leopard skin covered couches- Dry Martini on the expensive glass table- Cowboy hat, Elvis sunglasses- Rabbit fur coat, and leather pants- Urban Cowboy, howling inside for answers- She purred under his hand- Her mascara smeared- On red lipstick kisses- A longing for more, lingered in her- Withdrawn expressions- Won and lost money from gambling- Long night at each table- Lady luck beside him- Vegas gave him the symphonic colored light- Blessings- Desert Oasis- Sin city, a state next to Mormon country- Gangsters fittingly started its history- Money, money, money- Sex, sex, sex,- Yeah, he was tired- Just tired- He slipped a smoke between his lips- Zippo click, flame that lit his addictions- She reached out- To enjoy his cancer stick- He couldn’t tell her what he was thinking- His father told him, a woman’s venom strikes- When a man’s skin isn’t thick enough- For his own protection- Alone though she’s so close and warm- He reached out and kissed her for the first time- In a long time- She left her conscience and felt his fear- He listened to her emotions move into him- Goodnight to Las Vegas's bouncing life- He had so many reasons to leave- But not one good enough to leave her-Birth sign: Libra
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