Vegas Street Poetry Vol.6
Skin Bar
Fetish
Flesh circus
Buffet for the senses
Captivating bodies
Gentlemen in trances
Blood boils
From the heat of their agility
A spark from a moment
That teases
So violently
An Evening with a Stranger
She caught my attention
With a face
Worth being framed
Excitement runs wild
The birth of an animal
She wrapped all of my desires
Around her fingertips
Seductive and charming
She toys with my arousal
Glimmering exhilaration
Her lips hug the side of my ear
Screaming out her darkest fantasies
For a moment I am her greatest fear
Her eyes dilate
As I steal the breath from her lips
Her fingernails
Dig deeper into my chest
As my hands tighten around her hips
She releases a cry
That gets me high
Like a cat she screams
Through the night
Tightening the ropes
Around her wrists
And neck
The evening is warm
With candle light
And Cigarettes
Bound together
We taste each other’s flesh
Stopping our hearts
For a moment of death
The embrace of a reptile
Cold blooded
Euphoria
Show Girl
Bronze and Delicate
Decorated in feathers and sequence
Her legs are long
Ideal for dancing
The look in her eyes
Is that of a predator
Bravely hunting
In a field of the unsuspecting
She glides across the floor
Like a flower
In the wind
With a righteous attraction
For all of the city’s sins
She hopelessly prays for stardom
Hungering for a little respect
Pulling on the strings to my heart
Controlling my thoughts like a marionette
Her feet begin to melt beneath her
Leaving a trail
Of her beautiful mess
I can’t explain
My longing for her presence
Something so delicate
Attacking my heart
Beautifully primal
Voluptuous art
Dirt
Prostitutes
Congregate
In the darkest parts
After hours
Pimps and dealers
Make their cash
Leasing flesh
And selling grass
Excited spenders
Looking for ass
Drop their jaws
And take off their glasses
Mental break down
Orgasms
Peacefully high
While their dying inside
Robbery
By the cost
Of a humans most personal
Desires
Real money is made in the dark
After hours
Buried in Pills
Patterns on the walls
Merge on down the halls
Leading to a tomb
Disguised as a hotel room
The TV hisses with static
To wake up the violent aromas
That compliment
The empty pill bottle piles
Stacked gently to the ceiling
The darkest corner steals the air
A limp body held in a chair
Its face hidden by its hair
A nameless silhouette
That lost their grasp on self control
Peace of mind
Is hard to find
When you watch the world
Through the window
Giving up
Unanswered prayers
Ran out of tears
To feed the demons
Rejected hope
Left in a chair
Forever to preserve
A cold lifeless stare
Energy won’t be wasted to help the helpless
Heads will turn
In effort to forget
