i sit in the corner of the bar, away from the lites, away from the speakers, drinking beer after beer writing poems on napkins and watching you dance, your eyes float above the heads of the guys in the front row, staring into the mirror hanging on the back wall.... you bump and grind, spin around the pole at center stage, all eyes are on you, even mine..... after your set, you walk through the crowd offering lap dances and good times, everybody wants one, your dance cards is full, your eyes find mine from across the room and smile, you make your way towards me pulling bills from your garter, and sit down next to me, and offer me a drink.... loneliness knows loneliness and its better to be lonely together then lonely all alone......Birth sign: Libra
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