A poem about being one of the crowd watching an erotic dancer.
Erotic Dancer You stand on the stage, your eyes, fixed on me As you start to gyrate to the musical beat, Your body moves...at its slowest speed While I just sit – yes, glued to my seat You arch your back, you sway side to side Your hips thrust out, to the passersby, You swing on the pole, as you look around At all the faces that are in the crowd You slowly turn your stare on me As I...Read On
Added: 28 Jun 2011 | Category: Love Poems |
Avg Score: 4.75 |
Tags: erotic dancing
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