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 watch you move and I watch you feel,
The eyes that wander across your skin
Are you thinking...that this is a sin

You slowly reach to unclip your bra
And with a flick of your hand they bounce free,
You stare once more as you give a smile
And you toss your bra to me

Never, once, have you missed a beat
Your moves so sensual and exact,
As you crouch down and hang onto the pole
You know full well, how I will react

I breathe a sigh, so gentle and sharp
My palms feel clammy and cold,
You know you have this effect on me
Your eroticism causes sparks in my soul

At last it is with great regret
That the music stops and you bow,
You take the money and you smile at me
And to every man in the crowd