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!
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013
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