The Stripper

The stage touched

my knees

as he danced closer.

I’ve never before seen such grace.

Movements that should be

impossible.

How

does he do it?

He moves close

and stands

right

in

front

of

me,

gyrating as he

pulls his

G-String

down tantalizingly.

I gasp

at the sight

of neatly trimmed pubes.

Faintly visible is the

base of his cock,

Thick,

Slightly Turgid,

where it vanishes behind the shier fabric.

I stuff a $20 in

for an excuse to touch

HIS forbidden fruit

He smiles

And twist away looking

for the next person in line

God!

Such perfect buns!