Lap Dancer

You appear at my side, caressing my shoulder,

You bend low to speak in my ear.

i smile, i nod.

We search out a dark place and i take the chair.

You stand before me and smile, swaying to the music.

i sit before You reeling in your beauty.

Moveing, writhing, You draw yourself close.

i squirm in anticipation.

You look in my eyes.

i gaze longingly in Yours.

You press Your body close to mine.

i hold You tight mindful of where.

We hug, we search.

You eager to please, me eager for love.

You slide onto my lap, i support you.

Leaning against me, You cuddle my neck.

i...

the music ends.

You inqure "more?" i nod earnstly, never wanting the moment to end.

You hold me, explore me, learn me.

i rub Your back, knowing just which muscle those heels have tormented.

You moan, You melt.

i smile, knowing that i am appreciated.

We talk, getting to know each other a bit.

But We're careful not to reveal our otherworld selves.

the music ends.

"Another?" You ask.

i joke about not having a choice in the matter at this point,

that Your in control.

We continue our dance, both verbal and phyiscal.

We get lost in each other's eyes.

Our bodies respond.

i breath You in, caress Your hair.

we smile, we laugh.

Reality crosses my mind, for a fleeting moment I remember this isn't real.

You read it in my expression quickly inviting me back to the fantasy.

the music ends.

You look at me inquiringly and ask "one more?".

i say "of course".

You toy with my hair, my ear, my beard.

I caress your face, Your back, Your legs.

We moan in each others arms.

i long to love You, to hold You forever.

You...

i know not what You think.

whether Your here in my arms, or home paying bills.

or worrying about the nail You chipped, or where Your boyfriend is.

the world is a blur, a rush of hormones.

a nonreality reality.

the music ends.

Before You can ask the question,

I give you the answer you don't want to hear.

So intimate were we a moment ago, now there is an awkwardness to us.

i stand, we hug.

i even the score.

and then again, we hug once more.

Before we part, You invite me back.

i chuckle and point out You won't be here if i return.

You give me Your schedule, for the short term.

i give You, "we'll see".

we go our ways, mine one of longing, Yours one of a living.

the music never ends...

--By Trong Trongersoll

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