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So, my current work-in-progress is actually a novel so I haven't been hacking away at the poetry for a while. I might have to, though, because its kind of hard to post a novel online - and most of it is very rough at this moment. However, I've got some great scenes of my characters in a lesbian bar - which I actual have some experience with. And reading over it makes me question my sexuality a little bit...just a little bit.

Here's some juicy stuff - I cut out the extraneous dialogue, of course:

There were more beautiful women gathered in this place than Kurt had seen in a long, long time. Since his college days, at least. Except these women had real jobs and weren’t so drunk that they were tripping over their own feet. They had, yeah that was it, class. They had real class. They flocked to the bar like hummingbirds, chattering away and buzzing by quickly, disappearing in a glimmer of glitter and sweet perfume. Some of them wore short, short skirts, revealing shapely thighs and grab-able butts, he could picture himself just squeezing, squeezing, the sweat and sweet juices running down between their legs. And the cleavage was amazing, too. Bouncing pairs of perfectly-shaped breasts floated past him like soft, feathery clouds on a warm summer day. He was in heaven, absolute heaven.

The place was dimly lit, but the crowd had dissipated some as the time neared midnight. It was a week night, after all. But there were still plenty of pretty ladies to watch, moving together and apart like brilliant butterflies dancing in multicolored lights.

There was a small wooden dance floor back in the far corner of the bar. A thick bass beat vibrated through the floor and lights flashed spasmodically. Groups of women flocked there, moving, pulsing to the music like so many quick heartbeats. Kurt’s own heart was pounding high in his chest now. He could barely contain the excitement. With so many beautiful women, he wondered where all the men could be. Maybe they were just as intimidated as he felt now as he approached the dancing masses of goddess-shapes. As he stepped onto the edge of the floor, where the concrete turned to smooth wood, a woman with long hair flowing over her breasts and to her waist bumped up against him. The warmth from her body electrified the spot where she had touched, on the side of his arm.

Hope that got the juices flowing...salivating...ah I love erotica, but I guess this doesn't even come close to that, either.