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Contributed by silentpwn on Tuesday, 4th April 2006 @ 12:18:12 AM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry

Hes passing off as an adult of 23, when really hes nothing more than a student of 16.
Walks into the club with such pride, knowing he fooled the security guards that night.
There has to be someone who realizes Im underage, Well of course there is. Youre standing in one spot, like youve been caged.
This atmosphere isnt for you, says the beautiful lady dressed in blue.
He walks over to her, curious now as to why she picked him out of the crowd.
Its your baby face, and your big blue eyes, they clash with the dance floor and the bright spotlights.
Maybe he should of ran out right then and there, but he didnt leave, he stood by her bar stool and stared.
Tell me your real age doll, this cant be a crime, and Ill show you a damn good time.
He wants to leave with her but knows if he says 16, shell leave him there on his feet.
Im 18, and no stranger to clubs. Whats this good time you speak of?
The beautiful lady, now with her legs propped on the bar, giggles and jumps up to her feet. Cmon lets go to my car.
She takes his arm, and pulls him to the door. Wait, she kisses him, and he looks as if to beg for more.
Hes more shy than most, but no prude man. Hes so nervous, and cant control his hands.
Its the opposite of the relationships you hear about now, he wants more than physical, but to her he was just in the crowd.
She cant wait to get in the car, finally out of sight. His hands have already done enough damage for one night.
So, baby Where do you want me to drop you off? Then he remembers his car in the parking lot.
No where, its cool. I drove here in my own car, You sure, hun? We could still drink it up back at the bar
Hes had enough of this pleasure for today, she hands him her card and asks for her pay.

Copyright © silentpwn ... [ 2006-04-04 00:18:12]
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