Bourbon Street

My poem to Bourdon street I entered this place filled with sin creek up my back… she rolled sentually down my fingers Going thru both ears seducing me. I danced the motion she gave my body Poisonous throbbing pounding vessels tightening. Closer, Closer, Closer I feel her near me!
Lights hanging from every balcony… Temptation pulling your wants in! She takes you when your weakness shows its self. DRINKS, GIRLS, DANCE Her tattoos hypnotize you! The hair’s on the back of your neck lay flat from a kiss that drags you deeper!
Girls Drinks Dance Groove with her, hold her, have fun with the thought of knowing you have her in your hands. COMPLETE CONTROL Sin came to me… She was dancing drinking, a girl. Her names was Bourdon