Daddy’s Dirty Dancer

Stage set
candles lit
music
hard
rocking
glass in hand
ready for the show
created for one.
Sensuous
rhythm
hips move
fluid
lean against pole
demure smile
bitten lip
please
accept how hard this is.
Leaning back
breasts on display
nipples taut
hard lace brushing
arousal
dripping.
Run hand down
over stomach
hip
dip between
briefly caress
eyes meet yours
gasp…..
gyrate
hips shake
shimmy down the pole
wicked grin
flick one strap
one breast
peek-a-boo
dance out of reach
scolding
touch not
the night
it has only just begun.
©June 20/20
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Word of the Day Challenge #106-Untitled Poem

***Please note that this is not how I am feeling. This is purely a creative work***
Battering
wild
winds of torment
piercing
whistle through cracks
found
deep in soul
lost
wretched
bleeding
I am so alone.
Desolate
barren landscape traversed
bloody footprints
embedded slivers
tearing
driven deeper
harder
filling self with bile
hatred
doubt
reaching out
nothing there
to offer me a safety net.
Heart cleaved
demons erupting
blackness
sinking into cold oblivion
aware
subtle flicker
hand reaching
grasping
pulling forth
rebirth
despair to delight
recover from blight
dreams to be made
a simple paradise.
©June 20/20
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