Stripper

My fingers linger upon your skin

shiny like a polished apple

so tempted to take just a taste

testing the air between us

You move like swirling mist around me

dancing, captivating me in those hypnotic eyes

Like a slave I follow your movements, drum beats in my ears

while my eyes drum over and around the image of art gyrating in front of me

I'm the brush and you're the canvas I express myself upon

and in one move you tip your hat, roll it down your arms

you're naked before me, I'm wishing my hands were cupping the hidden package

Ooh such lust...

I am human

after all

*sly smirk*

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