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Private Dancer

I was amazed as soon as she stepped on the stage
Back length straight black hair
Firm tits
A juicy ass
Thick thighs
And hazel eyes
Her skin tone shined bright under the red and purple neon lights
Her sweet scent
Is that Burberry or Chanel? Or maybe just her natural smell

She slides down the pole slipping off her clothes
With pink nail polish on her fingers and toes
Rolling her hips and licking her lips
On her goodies she places her hand and gives it a rub
I can hear her purr
I loosen my tie, its getting hot, let me order a drink, one scotch on the rocks

The room is warm, The music is slow, my heart beats fast
Like a snake she moves her body in perfect sync
Tracing her venomous rhythm my eyes don�t blink
I check my watch
Its 3 o�clock
In the morning
But I aint yawning

I try to talk but get no answer�but I understand she�s just a dancer