The bodice fell from
Her with a whisper, and I
Was captivated
Tag: stripper
I Know What I’m Doing
I am no one. But
I lift my shirt, and now I
Am your everything.
Stillness
There is no greater
Strength than that required to
Remain fixed in place.
Siren
Do not overlook
Me. I will not be ignored.
My body, the true
Expression of my
Core, my essence, the beauty
Which causes chaos,
Defies reason, makes
Everyone crazy. My gift,
The ultimate tease.
Wolfgang’s Party
My music prompts her
To acts of lascivious,
Wanton depravity
In which I partake
With the greatest gusto that
Could be imagined.
There cannot exist
A party like a Wolfgang
Party, never stops.
Recurring Theme
Nude again, she had
To wonder, if she wasn’t
Enjoying it too.
Stripping
My mother called it
“Whorish” but I’m doing what
Brings me so much joy
Herman’s Hermitage 