the body of perfection too.
As her thighs caress my mustache,
my heads turn black & blue.
Her breast surrounded by satin,
titanium laced her soles.
As she dances taps on top of my forehead,
never using the strippers pole.
All I ask for was a lap dance.
Always knowing what to expect.
The eye I seen that was winking
wondering if we would get to connect.
Her living is that of seduction.
She'll take you one further too.
All I ask for was a lap dance,
next time No tap shoes