She wore nought but a pink feather boa…
She strutted the stage, shimmied lower…
Her pussy lips gaped…
Purple, butterfly-shaped…
He reached out… but she grinned and said “Whoa!”
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She was built like a dream, the young stripper.
Great tits and great arse. What a ripper!
And boy, could she dance!
He’d have come in his pants,
Had his dick not got caught in his zipper.
Similes
On the stage, the entrancing young stripper
Enticingly pulled down her zipper…
Arse cheeks like full moons,
Tits like down-filled balloons,
And a cunt like a kid leather slipper!
The bucks party
His five minutes of fame! Damn notorious!
How was it? God! Fucking glorious!
Banging that stripper…
Those tits! What a ripper!
Blind drunk, of course. Fucking uproarious!
Counting her blessings
Naked mostly, both off and onstage,
Body still pretty good for her age;
Though the wrong side of thirty,
Still randy and flirty.
Booze, tips, tricks, why work for a wage?
Little Egypt
She danced helluva fine hootchy kootchy!
Her g string was gen-yoo-ine Gucci.
Between sets, she’d cruise,
Sit on laps, drink some booze,
And for ten bucks, she’d get real smoochy!
God’s omniscience
She’s a dancer, she tells him, off-Broadway.
A stripper. Who cares? (The good Lord may…)
Does God really care
If crude drunken men stare,
While she takes off her clothes in a bored way?
Life is a cabaret
Just a stripper, but quite the artiste,
She kept time with the music, at least.
“Turn it up,” her boss said,
“Show some pussy instead.
Shake them tits too.” Insensitive beast!
Stage-fright
Sequins, feathers, abundant young curves,
She said “God! I’m a bundle of nerves!
What would Mum and Dad think
Of me, flashing the pink
To a roomful of drunken old pervs?”
Boy's night out
The boy’s filthy remark and his titter
Betrayed an embarrassing jitter.
In front of his nose,
The girl struck a lewd pose,
Wearing just a few sprinkles of glitter!