Dry ice clouds, travelling silver lights
Ethereal trap beat, his mind a haze
At the beautiful siren
Dancing just for him

Slender curves, oxblood lace lingerie
Chocolate curls trailing down her back
Hips swaying, arms lifting, body spinning on the pole
Owning the music, he watches in awe

She dances like no one else, in a league of her own
Spinning, their eyes meet
Tiger yellow to bright blue
She flashes that heart stopping smile

He feels his pants tighten
His chest swells, his only wish
To have her on his arm
To be worthy of her
He knows can never be

They only have the dance

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Violet Grey

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*Picture – Pinteresr