Ode To The Lap Dance
A simple rhyme about an established tradition...classic poetry at it's finest...
Went to the local go-go to see what's shaking,Found me a hottie who was really quaking,Moving to the music, the pulsing beat,This young beauty was light on her feet,Back arched, legs high in the air,As I sat with my drink, I just had to stare,This young thing was really on fire,So much energy, seemed she'd never tire,She soon had the crowd eating out of her hand,Watching her was more than I could stand,I then called over...