Pole Dancer Poem by Bethany Maxwell

Sweat drips as she swing around the pole
her heart racing

She smiles at the guys as she pulls herself around
her eyes shining

She looks into the croud as she dances on the stage
her mind steady

She watches the guys who look intersted as she strips
her lust showing through her eyes

She spins around the pole again as she grinds with her body
her fingers wrapped tight around the pole

She lets her hair fall over her face and body as she stops
her body ready

She stands in a pose as the guys flood to her
her chest pullsing

Her eyes watch them as her mouth pulls into a wanting grin
her mid longing for their bodies

Her eyes searc through them as she sees him
as she walks away with him into the rooms and the music continues