A poem.
Standing upon the stage in complete darkness
Gazing across the crowd as the spotlight hits
Smiling and winking as the boys whistle at me
Strutting around and grabbing the pole waiting for the music.
Swaying my head around and around with the music
Leaning left and right with one hand and foot on the pole
Standing in front of the pole stripping down my clothes
As the yelling becomes louder and louder each second.
Contorting my body around the pole and bending over looking between my legs
Climbing up and down the pole and holding the pole with legs
Dropping down to the ground and crawling on hands and knees to the crowd
Running my hand across the male faces as they slide money down my pants.
Shaking my ass as I slowly walk back to the pole
Climbing onto it again and spinning around and around in circles down to the ground
Putting my hands in the air and smiling as the crowd cheers
As the spotlight dies my show time is over and so is my dream.
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