The beer
She slowly took her clothes she knew there was no need to rush, I was transfixed as she moved watching in a silent hush
Each button took forever each move seemed to take a whole lifetime, my desires were building faster, I was so desperate to make her mine
Her hand ran across her perfectly smooth skin, she stroked each gorgeous curve, she was doing a slow erotic dance I watched her sway and swerve
Soon she was just in her lingerie by a twist of fate it was made of soft red lace, I wondered if anyone else could see the huge smile upon my face
She grasped the long chrome pole she swung high into the air, the little lace thong moved out of place you could see her pussy had no hair
Up and down she moved along the pole, in such a sensual way, if I never see her dance again I swear I'd never forget this day
Sadly soon it was over, the lights came up we all began to clap and cheer, I swear she smiled and winked at me but that could have been the beer
THE KINKY POET