Raunch.

Bloodshot eyes, wet lips and bewildered breaths,
In disguise these fierce hands revolt, right and left,
A cut or two, and pill and a smile, the night is yet still young,
With thrusts and a thirst for more, it has only just begun.

The smell of liquor and sex coats the walls and the floors,
The raunch and the screams, pleads for more and more,
The slapping of skin and the curving of spines,
The sky, midnight blue, the naked stand ready, all in line.

"Should I take of the gimp mask? Lets make love tonight",
"Just shut up and fuck me, lick me and bite!",
The walls shake and the floors bang like drums,
Eyes become sore, legs and arms become numb.

The night comes to an end, the silence looms once more,
The mask and the handcuffs lay on the floor,
Forgotten romance and a quick fuck for some,
The weekend raunch of this place makes everyone come.