Walk to the stage watch them stare,
Intoxicating men, One look it isn't fair,
They try to obtain the unobtainable,
I'm what they want, but what they can't have,
I begin to move in motions ever so delibrate,
Making them drool, They want this,
The pole my prop, Moving on it as if It's been with me forever,
I dropp to the ground I remove, the Articles restricting my body,
Slowly teasing,
Moving so erotically,
Sweating with passions that you want to taste,
sadly you can't have this, My body I'm not willing to waste.
Crimson Love
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