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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