Professional Tease

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In the city there is a place 

That is home

For some

A temple of fallen sons 

Daughters on the run

The temptresses playground

The Gentlemans fun 

Around the corner 

Between 33rd and Pine

My legs carry me along 

Old cobblestone

I conceal my vanity 

To avoid mingling 

With stranger things

-Need to get there fast- 

Abuptly, 

My phone rings in the pocket of my 

Pants 

I am too dedicated to my mission

-Leaving nothing up to chance-

I tell myself 

Iife is only a professional tease

The way she comes down the pole

Eager to please 

I earn my money then spend it

Simply for the release 

At least there she calls me by name

Butterflies in my stomach 

As I approach 

I loosen my tie and clear my throat 

I am greeted by the bouncer

Who does not hesitate to let me in 

I make my way to my place 

Receiving nods of approval by others 

The host makes my acquaintance

I notice the switch in her hips when she 

Turns to leave 

She must be new, I think 

People here know me 

They know what I drink 

Whiskey on the rocks 

Tonight I am keeping it low key 

My heart is pumping 

As I wait

Inhaling deeply

Despite the stench of smoke 

At that moment the lights dim 

Music pounds from the speakers 

I exhale like I am meditating 

Somehow still holding my breath 

Here she comes..

The way she struts on stage 

I am the lion 

She is the cage 

Her eyes twinkle when they meet mine

Cannot tell if it is from

Pleasure or pain

Damn 

I am hypnotized 

Tongue out 

Draw the X over my eyes 

I needed to see her 

Feel her body pressed against mine 

The Devil is getting testy 

Need to shake off the nasty 

The freaky things we do 

When it is just us two 

The crowd whistles 

Bills are dispersed 

She steps toward me 

Leaving nothing to the imagination 

I slip a $100 between her fingers

Before making it rain 

Stacks on stacks 

She knows what this means 

For now 

I will let her dance 

Let her seduce her patrons 

As I look on 

Burning a hole through her

With my lust

She is here for me though 

I am the one 

I am enough 

That is why I get the 

Special treatment  

Much more than just

The weekend 

Penthouse meetings 

Lavish seasons 

Mirrors above the bed 

For a reason 

I lightly shake away 

Thoughts of sexapades 

When I look up 

She is not on stage 

I get a glimpse of her 

Through flashing lights 

She is straddling another guy 

Rubbing his face across her breasts

Lap full of a**

I resist the urge to approach 

Is she doing this for fun 

Is she giving me a show? 

An innocent flirt..

That is a private dance

I don't like the advance 

He makes 

Strong eye contact 

Between the two

I slam my glass down 

To get her attention 

She glances in my direction

She breathes heavy 

I grit my teeth 

Holding back my anger 

Reminding myself 

She is a professional tease 

She is here for me 

No other man can compete 

I am not like them 

She lets me in 

For the exchange 

I pay her way

She gives me her body 

Tells me I can do with it 

What I want 

There is no pretending 

No fronts 

I look up again 

She is gone..

Written by Dez Sevena