Pole Dance Music

She rose from the floor with one smooth move  
Leaving me erect “Shall we dance?” I asked
Chloe winked with a devilish smile  
Then walked out on the deck to call out below  
“Will you play guitar for us? We have wine.”  
 
She pulled a shear curtain as the man appeared  
He sat on the deck and strummed  
We danced the whole room  
Prancing free and spinning to the music  
Then, embracing to celebrated our flesh    
 
“It is time,” she said, leading me to the floor  
I was lost in our kiss and embrace  
Chloe means ripe, green shoot  
I'd learn more of her bloom later  
What is this beauty pressed against me?  
Reward for my boldness earlier that day  
As we danced in the street, smitten by her  
Brown flowing curls that framed brown eyes  
 
I realized I was sliding now inside her fluid warmth  
This body that grew on the streets below, dancing as a child,  
Now writhes and dances for only me  
Oh, the gods of movement have blessed us!  
 
The music became soft with a slow calypso beat  
She mirrored the rhythm whispering, “chic chic kah chic kah”  
As her hands spread wide taking in the space, breasts set free  
She made quick torso shake motifs as the rhythm continued  
He must have heard her through the window and began  
Matching her sounds as she danced upon my torso to his beat  
 
I looked down; her young pelvis moved with piston precision  
Then the shining caught my eye hanging from her neck  
A cross swayed gently over her skin sparking in the light    
My face flushed red to think she chose my shinny pole for her dance  
 
Guitar gradually faster, slightly louder now  
Chloe’s “chic, chic, kahs” became more intense  
Her piston fired with lustful precision, bending forward  
To hinge her lower back into me, she kissed while thrusting  
Her brown curls flowed over my face like silk threads  
Each carrying a charge of light  
 
Chloe moaned, “It’s time,” as her eyes rolled toward heaven  
The guitar now strummed a flamingo roar  
She bounced on top hands pressing my center    
Her curls danced over my face as tingling went down my spine  
My lower back burned with lust and I pressed up with a shout  
I heard the poet's words as I gasped, “I love your fullest bloom!"  
 
My fertile flowed with each firm thrust to enter my lovely dancer  
Chloe moaned with pleasure and one last “chic kah” as she folded down  
She hugged me and let me stay inside, we soaked the warmth of love’s afterglow  
The guitar gently strummed as we embraced  
Gradually a more distant sound  
Then mixing with the street below  
Home to this girl with the long brown curls