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Inspiration at a strip club.

Submitted:Aug 27, 2007    Reads: 233    Comments: 0    Likes: 2   

I find her hard to resist

Her gentle curves

The concentric circles

Utmost perfection

In its simplest form

Beauty that would inspire madness

Her body touching mine

I can feel her breath

She smiles at me like she does to all men

She has me

My breath increases

I try to calm myself

I don't want to spill

That is not why I am here

Her flesh

Is my fantasy

She never asked my name

But I'll always remember hers

Her skin soft against my fingertips

And when it's done

We both go on

As if nothing ever transpired


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