Pole Top
Open your eyes, possess the prize...
From top the pole On hover high Clenched in hold Oblique the thigh Sirius summons Vortex beckoned His hardening hearkened Diva's cunning Rhapsodizing... hypnotized Her reverie surprise Revelations on the rise Perusing, hand-cruising his prize! On slow descent Each muscle spent His eros assent Her plied foment Her circular motion A lacy potion His princely lotion Pyretic rise