Friendly Places

In the midst of the loud music and dim lights,
In the midst of the excitement I paid attention, 
When you hit the stage everyone took notice, 
You were the cutest dancer in the convention. 
Your moves were so smooth and enticing, 
Every creep and perv sat closer to the stage, 
And I, like one of them took on the invitation, 
When you started dancing everyone engaged. 
The damned lights that twinkled and flickered, 
Didn’t do justice to the petite body you exposed, 
In those glass see through five inch high heels, 
With erotic movements and hints you proposed. 
And as the cheap bastards threw dollars at you, 
With a creepy sensation of perversion in their eyes, 
You would flash them a quick how do you do, 
Of the trimmed hoo-hoo hidden between your thighs. 
Then you cat walked toward me like a pretty little kitty, 
You looked at me like I was your prey, 
I quickly reached into my pockets, 
To give you a tip for our quick soiree. 
You were a pretty little thing if you don’t mind me saying, 
When you flashed more than I expected and assuaged, 
In fact, even the drunk bastards took notice of us, 
When you got really close and leaped out of the stage. 
Oh the smell of your skin was like something so fine, 
When you writhed over me on top of my chest, 
Looking into my eyes like we were making a connection, 
That you took my hands and rubbed them over your breasts. 
And I thought, “Damn this place is mighty friendly 
That a mere two bucks I can get you this much”, 
But it was bullshit, as you crawled away I noticed, 
They were two twenties you held in your clutch.