THE ELECTRIC PUSSY CLUB NYE
The Electric Pussy Club - where sins ignite,
A fever dream of bodies tangled in light.
One night only, no rules, no shame,
Come burn with us, baby - forget your name.
In the corner, under the green-tinted haze,
She peels off the night, bare feet brushing the floor.
Her hands dive into a bag of secrets,
Emerging with boots that scream: watch me roar.
Eyes closed, lips soft, she surrenders to the pulse,
Each sway of her hips a confession she’ll never speak.
The mirror swallows the light, spits it out in shards,
Jagged, raw, slicing through the smoky air.
Each spin exposes something hidden -
A flash of truth, a glint of desire, a wound laid bare.
Two seconds to midnight, and everything tightens -
Laughter masks the ache, the need, the longing.
Gold cuffs catch the light, but no one sees the cracks.
In this fragile pause, hope and fear collide, raw and bare.
The mask catches the light, a shimmer in the dark,
Eyes darting, searching.
2025 begins with a pulse, raw and untamed,
A silent vow wrapped in silk and sweat - this time, no saving.
THE END
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SPECIAL THANK YOU TO
TEN Club
Bastiaan van Schaik / Marketing Director TENClub
Bobtijs Bruinsma / Membership Director TENTClub