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Tales From A Strip Club (mild expletive)
by Quinlan L GibsonHe saw her walk through the door.
She screamed sex, and nowhere near whore.
Heading straight for the hottest paid piece of ass there.
Blue eyes, great tits, blonde hair.
Brief words, a caress of her hand.
Clear intensions, and nowhere a man.
Led her slowly by the hand,
Led her back to the promise land
of the private room door.
Half an hour, no less and no more.
And then out she came with a smile.
and imaginations of men running wild.
09/08/2003 Author's Note: thought of this while driving by the stripclub on my way home, fantasy-like.
Posted on 09/09/2003
Copyright © 2024 Quinlan L Gibson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 09/09/03 at 07:05 AM smiles...great read Quin! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/09/03 at 04:52 PM Hmmm...ain't nothing wrong with playing out a little fantasy (?). Sizzling hot gal! |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 09/10/03 at 03:25 PM 'and imaginations of men running wild.', well this is what this piece might do. Very imaginative.
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| Posted by Aaron Howard on 09/12/03 at 02:41 PM Great work.. I like how you sumed the whole strip club into a short paragraph... ahhh the land of the lost and prfoundly horny... |
| Posted by Susan Q Tomas on 09/12/03 at 02:56 PM Very creative and imaginative. |
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