Topic: Ode to a Stripper | |
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Curling and spinning around the pole
A dancer tempts to take all but your soul. The vision of beauty and power and grace, Pulsing and sliding to the thrum of the bass. A regal queen of glitter and gold Flashing skin in a show so bold. A glimpse of breast and a flash of hip, Maybe more if you leave a fat tip. I can almost taste the sweetest of sins So I dig down deep for another ten... $hit!...it's back to the ATM. |
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awsome !;) |
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