Temptation

Temptation


In a dimly-lit strip-club, on a bar-stool I sit.
"Are you local, or is this an out-of-town visit?"
Seductively questions a scantily-clad dancer.
I think for a moment; but, before I can answer -
"I'm Desire," she whispers with a soft, promising smile.
"If I may, I'd love to steal you away for a while?"

Soft fingers stroke my shoulder, painted nails graze my arm.
I decline with my best attempt at grace, lies and charm.
"You're an amazingly beautiful woman," I say,
"Another time perhaps, but just not now, not today.
If I was to choose a dancer, my choice would be you."
Desire was pretty enough, but she just wouldn't do.

I watch the stage, let my mind wander and start to smile,
Imagine Desire and I together for a while.
The music pounds to a jungle beat
A dancer spins on her nimble feet.
A shimmering veil floats to the floor.
Pervert Row clamors for more.

So here, alone, I nurse my drink, fantasize and flirt.
Sweet perfume nearby, hands roam my chest. "I like your shirt,"
Seductively whispers a scantily-clad dancer.
I think for a moment; but, before I can answer -
"I'm Temptation." Her eyes a heavenly, misty blue.
"Come, take my hand, I'll light your fire while I dance for you."

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