Last Call

 
I've got that itch
that ache
for the strobe
of bodies
pulsing
heat
stroking
skin

sweat
that streams
and stinks
of the sex
I'll have
as soon as sober
melts away
in the fire

revelry
nerves blow
reveille
and I salute
the rising
flagellate you
into frenzied need
feed on the fluid
dance of desire

tango
with naked lust
as you lead me
twirl
dip
pull me up
grip hips
head whips
hair pulled
back

arced
electric beats
speed the
rhythm
midnight blues
bleed away
at last
in the call
of your name