Temptation

Temptation


In a dimly-lit strip-club, on a bar-stool I rest.
"I haven't seen you before. Are you a first time guest?"
seductively questions a barely clad dancer.
I think for a moment, but before I can answer -
"I'm Desire," she whispers with a soft, sultry smile.
"If I may, I'd love to entertain you 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 not now, not today.
If I were to choose, I would for certain choose you."
Desire was pretty enough, but she just wouldn't do.

I watch the stage, let my sordid mind wander, and 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 hoots, and 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 barely clad dancer.
I think for a moment, but before I can answer -
"I'm Temptation," her eyes misty, a heavenly blue.
"She takes my hand, "I'll rock your world while I dance for you."

What can I do? I'm led to the Champagne Room in back.
Temptation strokes my cheek. I fear a heart attack.
"Now, sit over here," as she leads me to a chair.
Her hands on my shoulders, I'm smothered in her hair.
Lost in her perfume my heart begins to race,
her enticing breasts, so perfect, swing close to my face.

I feel euphoric, I want this moment forever.
I know it's not real, but I'll take it, whatever.
I don't know this woman with the long, lovely legs.
I'm a pervert, an addict who pleadingly begs,
"Don't stop now. One more dance. Please, don't send me away."
"Sweetie, if you've got the money, I'm yours for the day."

Now, all my money is gone and I must bid adieu.
There's a bottomless void where my heart recently flew.
I hand her the money, get a kiss on the cheek.
"Come see me again, I'm coming back here next week."
Elation and sorrow as she walks out of the room.
Time to go home to emptiness, loneliness and gloom.