Walk to the stage watch them stare, <br />Intoxicating men, One look it isn't fair, <br />They try to obtain the unobtainable, <br />I'm what they want, but what they can't have, <br />I begin to move in motions ever so delibrate, <br />Making them drool, They want this, <br />The pole my prop, Moving on it as if It's been with me forever, <br />I dropp to the ground I remove, the Articles restricting my body, <br />Slowly teasing, <br />Moving so erotically, <br />Sweating with passions that you want to taste, <br />sadly you can't have this, My body I'm not willing to waste.<br /><br />Crimson Love<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pole-dancing/
