"Into the Lilac Lounge" genre: Poetry
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	voice & words by Michaela Carter
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	Lyrics Song Lyrics Love trembled and grazed her mister's leg. Love kootchy-cooed, "Wanna peek?" In his ear, Her whisper, "hot, wet." Asian business man, Trucker, grandfather, doctor, Real estate broker, lonely art dealer, College boy and his beer-dumb grin, One by one, in her fake white fur, Love would lead them by the hand, lowering Her lashes, into a curtained booth Near the rear of the showroom. Token-- Good for one song--slid into the slit, Lit up that red bulb that lit her up from under. Her fur fell to the floor. "Hands on your lap," and she sat On that table no bigger than a child's desk, And her breasts got close "Now don't touch" and so, Lightly, mister would blow.

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