Sunday, September 4, 2016

Are Your Legs Tired?

The throbbing base begins its ascent
As the subtle modesty descends
Your costume labels you unholy
But my desire's akin to sin
The guitar's emotional lament
Underlies your sultry swagger
Your eyes lie lifeless from apathy
Innocence torn from you long ago
Your body rides the bombastic beat
Your raven haired bun framing your face
Your top obscuring my sole purpose
As I anticipate your bare skin
Your overwhelming confidence
Excites my unbridled craving
You execute your dance of desire
As I offer tokens of attention
You slither towards my trembling frame
Breasts undulating on their own dance
Gather my mind to a single sight
Our eyes come together in purpose
My hope to peek behind the curtain
Your talent is to drain me for your gain
With the invitation of your body
And my anticipation rising
The choatic lights slide across your skin 
As you writhe, mirroring my fantasy
An almost embarrassing display
Creates an atmosphere of silence
Taken with your interpretation
Charisma; difficult to explain
Alas, impossible to forget
The crescendo is within your grasp
As the audience provides support
Ever faster; a whirling dervish
Heel stomps, pole bouncing, acrobatics
You sacrifice the stage to your sweat
The song trails off into the distance
Your strategic sonata gives way
To the holistic hum of the crowd
One last glance; the ringmaster bellows
You collect your bounty for beauty
You gather your costume once again
Subduing your sex-soaked persona 
To mingle with the yearning masses 
Seeking one who lusts to touch the dream
Filling their rejection with deceit
Caressing the object desired
In the hopes of a moments solace
Descend into their desperation
Remembering that "All the worlds a stage"
Offer them your hollowed out body
Tuck your soul away for safe keeping
Giving them their song for your "success"
Taking your characterization
To dance through their minds every day 




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