My body shined through the Window eyes of snakes who slithered through this black hole and I danced for him like a queen given crumpled up green riches that shamed me to crawl on my knees and pick up, making my cheeks bounce up and down for a filthy stranger, and getting down on my knees to pray to a man that I've never met before for scraps and gold that will be gone by the time the sun rises. I try to say that this will be for you ,while I feel so dead inside and starved for affection. But at night when I dance and they come there for me my bones come to life on that stage and they praise my body like an Egyptian goddess and I am in the zone twisting and turning these dead limbs until they expose everything that I was born with for strangers with snake's eyes that I have never met before, and they say her look is enticing and her body is the sh**, and when she moves the earth shakes and I feel like it's me and her in the room all alone, she wants me, I can feel it and this connect that we have is meant to be. But my eyes scream I'm tired and I am disgusted to wrap my soul around a silver pole and swing for stangers with snake's eyes that I have never met before. They eye my naked flesh and say erotic, sexy, tease me, come home with me for a little extra, and I do because the money won't make itself. So I dance and I pray on my knees to anyone who can give me gold for one night, dancing like a queen for serpent. Leaving dreams of men who could've love me and white pickett fences tightly tucked in the deepest chambers of my heart. Those are daytime thoughts and I am her when the show lights and music comes on swaying my body back and forth like I was born to do this kissing the green gold that rains into the sky when I perform, I am a sexual goddess to them, a body for serpents with cash, women's slave insecurities and men's pleasure, enticing, exotic, erotic, sexy, mysterious, I don't know who I am but a slave for stangers with snake's eyes.
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scash102 says: I'm almost speechless. This poem was very deep and it created am image in my head of a troubled stripper. Wow, this was deep like basically a like day in the life of a stripper n the mind set. I always wondered how they do what they do and this poem answered it. Great poem! |
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2b2b2 says: Brilliant Piece......work that muse....BRAVO! |
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Tali says: Thank you so much! |
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