Yoga Pole Dance

Her hands stretched out, all the way down, Past her hips, thighs, knees and feet, And she planted her palms flat on the floor, Onto the cold concrete, Then her feet slowly flew, up into the air, Where they sat as high as they could, And balanced atop her delicate frame, Her upturned figure now quietly stood, Then her feet clenched tightly, onto the pole, To the staff they both became bound, And then, in one motion, with no effort at all, She lifted her hands off the ground, And she swung and twirled and waved her assets, Like a kitten, her body just swayed, Performing yoga each day, in front of a crowd, Dressed in nothing, as her sensual trade.