Satan's Angel, Devil's Mistress

The following is a biographical poem about "Satan's Angel, the Devil's Own Mistress", an international burlesque star, movie actress and subject of the play "Have Tassels, Will Travel".

Satan's Angel, Devil's Mistress


On the marquee down in Vegas,
Satan’s Angel, Devil’s Mistress.
Expectations high for certain,
Waiting for the rising curtain.

Band is playing, fans are waiting,
Cheering now is escalating.
Lights are dimming. Hold your seats boys!
Now here she comes! Lets make some noise!

Hear the drum roll; now she enters.
All are fans here, no dissenters.
When Angel drops her satin cape,
The crowd erupts, the boys go ape.

Hips are swaying, ever bolder.
Sexy eyes begin to smolder.
Starting slowly, sequins glimmer,
Faster now they start to shimmer.

Garments loosen as she teases,
Crowd excited as she pleases.
One by one she starts to throw down
Clothing ‘till the final showdown.

Men who watch fall in a trance,
Enchanted by her sultry dance.
Minds are cleared of daily hassles,
By her spinning, flaming tassels.

If you travel down to Vegas,
Satan's Angel, Devil’s Mistress,
She will please you, that’s for certain,
From the start ‘till final curtain.