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25 and up

It's 4 am and the club is just closing,

Gangsters, thugs, and dealers outside posing,

Next to they're rimmed up shinny rides,

Waiting for the sexy women inside,

To come out for parking lot action,

And hopes of instant satisfaction,

They're expensive jewelry shining bright,

Sparkling like stars on a clear summer night,

Glistening as they move around in slow motion,

With crime on their minds but the women kill that notion,

All are here to meet them and maybe take one home,

Why earlier hours where spent shining up the chrome,

Rims on candy-coated vehicles and getting them waxed,

Up and hoping that they would be up to the task,

Of making their looks and conversation seem better,

And getting the sexy single woman they want wetter,

As they sit in cars and listen to the systems booming bass,

Wondering just how they got there in the first place,

They love the very unique styles and hardcore profiles,

As the men say slang filled lines, the women crack a smile,

Giving them a glimpse at the little girl inside their hearts,

And a small subtle hint to show them that anything can start,

They just need something to help them see the words are true,

As they listen to smooth-witty phrases spoken out of the blue,

It's all meant to loosen them up and open up their minds,

To the fact that its 4 am and for you and them its time,

Time to leave this loud smoke filled place and unwind,

While you make love until through the curtains the sun shines

Down on her sexy, curvaceous body, and lovely brown eyes,

Reminding both of you of how she got here and why,

Because it was after 4 am and the club was closing.
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Submitted on December 12, 2012

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