Array ( [sid] => 184357 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Stripper [time] => 2017-07-27 04:34:39 [hometext] => It wasnt show business; it was just show! [bodytext] => To those who knew it best;
It bore the name burlesque.

They called it bump and grind;
A walking dance designed;

To raise your pulse and heartbeat;
To cymbols and drumbeat.

And from an early age;
I watched her from backstage;

She walked across the footlights;
Wearing feathers and silk skin-tights,
With extended fingertips;
She peeled a glove off with her lips;

Blew a kiss outloud;
And twirled it to the crowd.

Breathless for a peek, as she turned the other cheek;
Grinding hips in sultry dips; sequined eyes, vermillion lips!

Giving us her best; while wearing less and yes;
A promise to deliver; in every little quiver!

Each night she left alone;
Only I could walk her home.
She saved her kisses for me;
And swore that she adored me.

I knew her as a friend and wife;
And all the roles she played through life.

The empty stage to you belongs;
Goodnight,
I love you dearly mom. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 216 [topic] => 52 [informant] => softerware [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => goodbyepoetry ) Your Poetry Dot Com - The Stripper


The Stripper
Date: Thursday, 27th July 2017 @ 04:34:39 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: softerware
To those who knew it best;
It bore the name burlesque.

They called it bump and grind;
A walking dance designed;

To raise your pulse and heartbeat;
To cymbols and drumbeat.

And from an early age;
I watched her from backstage;

She walked across the footlights;
Wearing feathers and silk skin-tights,
With extended fingertips;
She peeled a glove off with her lips;

Blew a kiss outloud;
And twirled it to the crowd.

Breathless for a peek, as she turned the other cheek;
Grinding hips in sultry dips; sequined eyes, vermillion lips!

Giving us her best; while wearing less and yes;
A promise to deliver; in every little quiver!

Each night she left alone;
Only I could walk her home.
She saved her kisses for me;
And swore that she adored me.

I knew her as a friend and wife;
And all the roles she played through life.

The empty stage to you belongs;
Goodnight,
I love you dearly mom.

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