A Night Spot
The night air was alive
with pulsating sounds
of sensual music.
Glasses chinked as more
drinks were called for.
It was a place of intent
coated with merriment.
Dancers gyrated and eyes
flashed as lips puckered
and some swore.
Furtive glances of ardent
desire pierced the night.
This was no ordinary party.
The huntsman had blown his horn
and the hounds were unleashed,
as a prelude to this Babylonian
feast.
Strobe lights and sequined walls,
glittered in an enticing brawl.
Each venue drummed a different beat
as fatigued dancers took a seat.
Sweat glistened bodies drenched
the floor as the dancers all called
for more.
On and on the night wore on,
a hazy blue mingled with all the fun.
New faces arrived as others
slumped into a stupor of skunk.
Bodies were groped as others stroked.
Lips caressed as some undressed.
The bewitching hour now arrived
it was the time to find a stride.
Nods of ascent and the occasional wink
were sufficient to establish a coveted link.
Then off into the night for carnal
pleasure and endless delights.