No new night club concern a powder room
At murky mirrors she applied her lips
I felt Id found a pal at prime of bloom
And we exchanged in vixen voices quips
Our sweaty hands explored each others hips
To zips and buttons brought their next advance
Her bum on basin bench I got to grips
Inside her legs I lurched enlarged their stance
A looker strolled out stall avoiding glance
Another brushed on blusher buffed at cringe
As mine tugged down her panties perfect chance
Her fingers fondled my inviting minge
You never know you case a rising club
You call it cool your space the lesbian nub
Chorus club clube klub
