dance they
their naked bodies
twirl against
the neon fires
of night
the slaves
a trembled by
the terrors huddled
dashing there and here
they tie away
the mustangs wild
who's chrome and wax
reflect the rites
the call
the magic
made when
shooting stars
and stardust mingle
ride the moonbeams
'til the cock's crow call
when all things of the night
give sway
and in a twinkling
turn to savages
sin soaked and sweating
captured in
the paparazzi's amber
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