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Dancer
She walks along the stage Looking at him And him And him With her deadened eyes He looks back at her Every one of him And fantasizes Perky breasts Milk white thighs He feels What’s familiar rise Music plays She feels the moments press Skillfully Removing her dress He screams He whistles He wants more not less Five dollar bills Tossed at her feet More from him And him She starts to feel the beat Moving through her like a wave Is she the master him the slave? She has her money He’s left to crave Dreaming of the place she closely shaves The music stops She puts back on her clothes Looks at him And him And him The ones she loathes Hates who she is Her stage name Rose Takes a bow strikes a pose Her act is done so off she goes Wonders about next time How many of him will there be? Each with that hunger It's not her they really see They want pleasure Yet inside are empty As long as they come she will never be free Each practiced move is her high heel misery!
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