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In the city there is a place
That is home
For some
A temple of fallen sons
Daughters on the run
The temptresses playground
The Gentlemans fun
Around the corner
Between 33rd and Pine
My legs carry me along
Old cobblestone
I conceal my vanity
To avoid mingling
With stranger things
-Need to get there fast-
Abuptly,
My phone rings in the pocket of my
Pants
I am too dedicated to my mission
-Leaving nothing up to chance-
I tell myself
Iife is only a professional tease
The way she comes down the pole
Eager to please
I earn my money then spend it
Simply for the release
At least there she calls me by name
Butterflies in my stomach
As I approach
I loosen my tie and clear my throat
I am greeted by the bouncer
Who does not hesitate to let me in
I make my way to my place
Receiving nods of approval by others
The host makes my acquaintance
I notice the switch in her hips when she
Turns to leave
She must be new, I think
People here know me
They know what I drink
Whiskey on the rocks
Tonight I am keeping it low key
My heart is pumping
As I wait
Inhaling deeply
Despite the stench of smoke
At that moment the lights dim
Music pounds from the speakers
I exhale like I am meditating
Somehow still holding my breath
Here she comes..
The way she struts on stage
I am the lion
She is the cage
Her eyes twinkle when they meet mine
Cannot tell if it is from
Pleasure or pain
Damn
I am hypnotized
Tongue out
Draw the X over my eyes
I needed to see her
Feel her body pressed against mine
The Devil is getting testy
Need to shake off the nasty
The freaky things we do
When it is just us two
The crowd whistles
Bills are dispersed
She steps toward me
Leaving nothing to the imagination
I slip a $100 between her fingers
Before making it rain
Stacks on stacks
She knows what this means
For now
I will let her dance
Let her seduce her patrons
As I look on
Burning a hole through her
With my lust
She is here for me though
I am the one
I am enough
That is why I get the
Special treatment
Much more than just
The weekend
Penthouse meetings
Lavish seasons
Mirrors above the bed
For a reason
I lightly shake away
Thoughts of sexapades
When I look up
She is not on stage
I get a glimpse of her
Through flashing lights
She is straddling another guy
Rubbing his face across her breasts
Lap full of a**
I resist the urge to approach
Is she doing this for fun
Is she giving me a show?
An innocent flirt..
That is a private dance
I don't like the advance
He makes
Strong eye contact
Between the two
I slam my glass down
To get her attention
She glances in my direction
She breathes heavy
I grit my teeth
Holding back my anger
Reminding myself
She is a professional tease
She is here for me
No other man can compete
I am not like them
She lets me in
For the exchange
I pay her way
She gives me her body
Tells me I can do with it
What I want
There is no pretending
No fronts
I look up again
She is gone..
Written by Dez Sevena
