Time to get up honey
Take the pipe out of your mouth
I know you want that dollar
You want to feel free
You want to feel loved
We are all trying
Your favorite song is coming on sweetheart
Go make the crowd go wow!
...starts walking onstage center to pole...
"I left my girl back home" (wicked games plays)
...takes off her undergarments...
She's dancing for the love of her life
She's making love to the only thing that stays
The pole
Dancing like a riptide
Waves of erotic motion can't be controlled
She looks down at her pussy and taps it gently
She looks slightly up to see a greaser throw a dollar bill
Makes her smile yet cry inside
"Is this what I have to do? Really?"
She thought to herself
But she remembered the time the one she loved left her high and dry
Without a shoulder to concretely cry
So without another subtle doubt..she dances some more
As time goes on..making about a K a night
She looks at the fresh ice on her wrist
This is what dreams are made of
This time...she smiles without a tear inside
Happiness hits...I think she found home
Running her own show
About the Creator
Just Sixty Seconds
Oliver sat at a cold, grey steel-covered table. He knew he was next. The longer he sat here, the more confident he knew he wouldn’t make it. His hands were tied to the chair he was sitting on, pushed up against the steel table. A small camera in the corner of the ceiling with a tiny red flashing light was the only thing he was focused on. He felt sick to the stomach. He knew he didn’t have long.
By Joshua Maggs7 days ago in Fiction
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