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Carnally Casual

Downtown Bar

The atmosphere was set
as he winked at me from the opposite side.
Our eyes connect,
the attraction too hard to deny.

The thirst for something more,
only has me wetting my feet in something less.
Even if I know it's not something sure,
at least I can drown a bit in the ecstasy of the moment.

A drink in courtesy of the gentleman on the right.
The bartender smiles,
and winks at me sending another drink on the house,
before the ending of the night.

So I have, the anonymously confident,
and the bartender whose not afraid to challenge.
Two choices; the same end.
Even if I walk out with either one of them.

A couple of alcohol induced kisses.
Threads of clothes being torn off in disarray.
Meaningless moans for more,
never seeing the lights of day.

Nips and �tussles
as the euphoria builds up.
Naturally I yearn and groan,
to have my hair pulled and spank my butt

Unfortunately it's just a craving,
the difference is too grand to ignore.
The inevitable pressure building,
as you go crazy for one thrust more.

In the screams of the climax,
between pants, and sweat,
You roll over satisfied,
and also to add, a lost of interest.

So... as the music whines down,
a choice is made based on just whim.
Anxious they wait, -two candidates outside-
an unknown competition win.

A nod for the anonymously confident,
I'm just not into guys old enough to my father.
Instead I walk drunkenly to the side,
of the tall, long haired bartender.

In conclusion, for my weekly dosage of the D,
I don't have to head any where too far.
And if you're interested,
you can meet me at the Downtown Bar.