NIGHT

Red lights and white and green

In the darkness of deafening beats

Spinning on stilettos and three inch heels

Black dresses swirl emotions twirl

Around little fingers of dainty girls

The night is daunting; still young

Fiery spirits tempestuous and drunk

Boisterous and loud, louder than the thump

Vices drowning vices drowning voices

Eyes moving across an ocean of choices

Pleasure more arousing than conscience

A spectator of life watches

Amused steps out for a breath of air

“Isn’t it fun?” A fellow blares

The Zippo moves from hand to hand

Lighting fires, cupping manicured hands

All for a kiss from precious lips

The night sways to jiving hips

The music will at dawn abate

By then the inner voice will fade

Lust will then begin to grope

Beneath silky skirts and trendy robes

Scorching emotions the road will burn

To either house the car will turn

Passions of the night will sink with the rising sun

For another night they’ll wait

Another night another mate